When John laid down next to her, she didn't hesitate to pull the covers back over both of them. Sliding across the bed since he had stayed on one side, she snuggled up to his side, resting her head on his chest. "This is nicer," she whispered, not caring if he'd said that with a smirk. She, at least, was willing to admit that she truly enjoyed this, being close to him. Turning her face, she buried her face in his chest, breathing him in again just because she could.