Huck could sleep almost anywhere, but he had gotten used to having her warm presence in their bed; and he had missed that very, very much. His hands wrapped around her waist, pushing the hem of her tanktop with them as they slid up along her ribs, to cup the lower edge of her breasts. Usually he had no shortage of eloquent, affectionate things to say, but right now, actions spoke louder--and he was far too busy kissing her to bother spouting sonnets.