Annie shifted a little in response -- she was still getting used to the beard, which was so much more than the stubble she was used to, or even the growth he'd accumulated while handcuffed to a radiator last summer. "You mean right now? Maybe just to be comfortable to sleep."

Of course her mind went right to the conversation they'd had -- by her perception, anyway -- about a week prior. But all of that cute 'we could have sex in the past' flirting had not counted on anyone being stabbed, so Annie was a little hesitant to initiate anything.