This time, the flush already on her skin hid the stain of her embarrassment. "Don't flatter me," she said, her eyes flicking downward to the tangled sheets. Feeble protestation though it was, it was true; what she liked best in Sean was the calm he seemed to exude, the comfort she felt in his presence. She mistrusted compliments, preferring actions to words with unerring consistency, but the ease of his bearing when he was around her was something she could truly understand. She found she did not want to leave, could not bear the thought of returning to the cold and empty apartment next door. She nuzzled closer, shaking her head at the mere thought of an alarm.
"I want to stay," she whispered, feeling her heavy eyelids already beginning to droop. The idea of a dreamless night, or at least a few hours nestled next to a warm body, her own thoroughly sated and tired in a long-forgotten fashion, was already doing much to lull her into deeper relaxation. "I'll get up when you do. It'll be fine..."