“Fine, but if it happens again, I’ll just get ready early,” she said, settling down on her side but staring at him. He had his back to her. “Becca?” “Yeah?” She hoped he wouldn’t tell her to get ready right now. She craved sleep. Anything to forget the last five minutes. “If I wake up with you on top of me again,” he said slowly and quietly, “I won’t be the one to stop it.”
