If she could just focus on getting some sleep, which is what she had intended to do, then the time would pass by quickly, and she wouldn't be stuck thinking about his warm body next to hers; the way his chest rose slightly every time he breathed and the way she could take in his clean woodsy scent. If she gave into her drowsiness, she could forget the fact that she didn’t mind being this close to him. She could ignore those tingles in her stomach.