He stirred as some sound entered his consciousness, feeling himself just stirred from the depths of sleep. Then again, maybe he was dreaming. So it was just his imagination that the mattress dipped, that he felt someone's warm breath across his cheek, felt lips press against the same spot, in almost as gentle a touch.
But then he felt his eyes flutter open, so maybe he wasn't dreaming. Then again, when had Heather had hair like that? Big hair or not, it was still her. "Hey gorgeous," he all but whispered in a sleep roughened voice.