I'd never spent the whole night in bed with someone before - Frederic had made me come to him, or he'd come to me, but he'd never spent the night nor allowed me to stay in his room. That would have implied an intimacy he would never have permitted. When I woke Monday morning with Jack's warm body pressed against my back, I thought at first I was still asleep and dreaming. His arm was anchored around my waist, holding me tight to his chest, and I could feel little prickles on my back ...