Paul woke-up again a few hours later. There were unconscious
forms in sleeping bags and under blankets all around the dying
fire. Somewhere someone was snoring very loudly, and it had woken
Paul up. He was cursed with being a light sleeper. Chloe was sound
asleep, his arms still around her. That was great and all, except
his left arm had gone numb under the weight of her head. He'd
managed to develop a rather uncomfortable erection during his sleep
as well, which he found vaguely embarrassing given that his lower
body was currently pressed fast against Chloe's.
He tried to maneuver his arm out from under her head without
waking her up, but no such luck. She stirred as he lowered her head
to the sleeping bag. "Whassup… ?" she whispered hoarsely.
"Shhh, it's nothing," he replied.
