She snorted, knowing that one good cough would knock him out of her, but she liked the effort, and she liked being held, and she sighed and tucked her pillow in more comfortably under her head. She was going to have to change the sheets tomorrow, for certain.
He was such a goofball sometimes, and she wondered if anybody saw that but her. "Good night, then," she said, wriggling her hips carefully.