Derek wrapped his arm around her tightly as they walked. "Of course we can, or in the morning or afternoon," he added.
Julia smiled and was halfway aware that they made it to their room. She must have changed into the pajama shirt of Derek's she usually wore because the next thing she was really aware of was being in bed wearing it, under the quilt and slipping her feet in between his, curling into his side and arm draped over his abdomen before sleep overcame her. Sleep did not come quite so easily for Derek. His head was pound so harshly that he found it difficult to become comfortable. However, he finally did manage to drift off.
