When I woke, I was in Imogen's arms. It was a slow realization; at first I simply thought I was more comfortable and safer than I'd ever felt before because Olezhka was in the room. Then I felt her arms, one wrapped around my waist the other cradling my head.

When my eyes fluttered open, I found out the pillows my face was nuzzled into were not, in fact, pillows, and I had to reconcile my sudden delight with my desire not to be creepy. Did I pull away? I didn't want to wake Imogen up. ...