Micah leaned his forehead against the back of her head, his nose buried in her hair. He always loved the way she smelled, as cheesy as it was. His hand naturally found it's way beneath her shirt, but it just rested on the soft skin on her stomach. He wasn't going to try anything frisky in this house. No sir.
After watching a little TV, he was finally able to fall into a light sleep, just because he was on the couch. Not a bed. Fucking Shane.