He lifted his head and looked down the length of his body. Abby had covered him in every single stuffed animal she owned. The bed was shorter than his king-size - quite a bit shorter - and his legs stuck out the end. His body was at a weird angle and his neck had a crick in it from being jammed up against the headboard all night, but damn if he didn’t feel like he was on top of the world.

“Am I a prisoner?” he asked, looking from the stuffed animals back to her.

“No,” ...