It had been freezing cold in their room and they had been sharing beds since they were young; to have just their backs pressed together was impressive. At one point, she turned over and Sam stretched back to meet her, his warm spine flush to her chest without hesitation, flaying her instantly. He had seeped back into the mattress as content as could be. She resisted the urge to run her fingers through his floppy hair, or caress the smooth strip of flesh that the seam of his shirt didn't cover.