It was calm and and quiet.
Or, at least so I thought, before I discovered that the sound that had woken me up. It was my mates' snoring, which was right next to my ear, since he had insisted on smelling my neck and hair all night. It wasn't bad or uncomfortable, the exact oppasite, actually, but it was just so... different from anything that I had done before.
I had never cuddled with somebody else, except for Mica of course, and I had never done anything more romantic that getting a kiss on the lips in sixth grade by a boy who later told all of his friends, that sneaky jerk.