When Angela finally woke up, she felt Diego’s body wrapped around her. She felt warm and comfortable, despite the aching in her head and throat from crying. She buried her face into his chest and breathed deeply. She immediately felt his hand start moving in a circuit down her back. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his fingertips against her.
“How long have I been asleep?” she croaked. Her throat was raw.
“A few hours,” he mumbled sleepily. She looked up to see that his eyes were closed.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
He smiled, but his eyes remained closed. “It’s no problem,” he said just as quietly.
They lay there for several moments, enjoying the silence and the peace of their little cocoon. Angela was starting to fall asleep when she suddenly had a mental image of Tubbs that scared her so much, she gasped and sat up abruptly. Diego shifted to look at her.