Andy stretched, toes pointed, and relaxed with a yawn as Booker rubbed circles against her back; he knew the repetitive gentle touch was one of the quickest ways to actually lull her to sleep short of sex or driving. She felt safe in Booker's arms, in the rapidly-warming nest of blankets and with his heartbeat thudding gently beneath her cheek.

"We could go back there," she hummed. "It's been a while. It's warm in the summer," Andy sighed.