(Toast,) George thought, and her own stomach reminded her that she'd put nothing but coffee into it earlier. George moved her hand up and to the right and found a piece of Jack. A moment of groping identified it as his ribs.

"Uh...no," George said. "Sorry. I could go get you s--"

"Never mind," Jack said. George jumped again as something brushed her face. She belatedly recognized it as Jack's hand, cupping her cheek. After a moment, she leaned into it. Jack's thumb brushed her lips ever so gently. "You're smiling," Jack observed.

"...yeah," George said. Now that she had a mental picture of his position, George stretched out beside him, laying her head on his shoulder, her hand resting on his chest. Jack's outstretched arm settled around her shoulders. He smelled good.

"I didn't mean to wake you," George said. And that didn't sound quite right. "I mean--I didn't want you to wake up and find me gone, either." Damn, this was hard. It would help if she knew what she wanted to say, but she wasn't sure.

"Last night was..." she said. "I mean, I had fun." (Shit.) "And...and, it would be fun again. I mean, you know, if you wanted."