You manage to free your trapped limb and roll to the other side of the bed. Johnny soon pressed himself to your back. Now with his arms around your waist, he holds you tight to him, mumbling unintelligibly against the back of your head.

He drifts back to sleep quickly enough.

The incoherent grumbles from his throat grow increasingly displeased the more you try to shift away from him, until finally he huffs a grumpy, “Quit it,” into your scalp, hooking his leg over yours.