Seeing the look on his face when she returns, Jake feels an impotent wash of heat crawl through her, her body seriously considering another round.

"I don't think Roque would appreciate that rule," she teases, falling into his arms and curling up against him. Sleeping curled up in his arms has become incredibly comfortable for her, after all these weeks of living together, but it's so much better when there's nothing but skin between them.

Once the phone is plugged in and an alarm is set just in case they oversleep (or get too wrapped up in each other), she rolls back towards him and tucks herself in close, one leg curling over his and her arm sliding over his chest.

"So how long have they been betting on us?"