Hyacinthe was starting to guess that, and he ran his hand up and down her arm before wrapping it around her waist.

"You mean when we curl up closer and I play with your hair a little while you swat at me because you're still sleepy?" he asked, not daring to do so now because he'd end up dislodging her hair style. "And then I either fall asleep next to you again or kiss you into wakefulness and it's all soft and dreamlike either way?"