"Yeah. Long day. But that was a good way to end it."
I gently roll her off me, but keep her in my arms as she falls asleep.
Then I drift off myself, and sleep soundly for the first time since the accident. I don't wake up until seven, which is the latest I've slept in months. Even before the accident, I'd wake up at six and go to the gym to work out.
"Is it time to get up?" Becca asks, her voice groggy like she's half asleep.
"No. It's early. Go back to sleep."
She turns on her side, her back to me. I wrap my arm around her, holding her warm body against mine.
I like this. Too much. Like Becca said, this was only supposed to be temporary. A cure for our loneliness. Meeting each other's needs. But it's turning into more than that. More than I think either one of us is ready for.