"I didn't want to be cliche," Kevin said. "Because you're not cliche."
He yawned again and closed his eyes, even though he was more awake than he had been before. It was just a nice feeling to have his eyes closed. And setting into the bed on his back wasn't that bad, with her against his side. It was a little weird keeping that arm over hers, though, so he traded arms, and put the one that had been resting over her arm around her shoulders instead.
There, that was comfortable. "Not really spoonish or forkish anymore, anyway," he pointed out. "I don't think this counts as being silverware. This is like... eggs and bacon lying right next to each other on the plate."
Great, now he was making himself hungry. But he would definitely have to get out from under the blankets if he wanted food. Damn it.