Amber's sleep was shallow, floating around the border of unconsciousness. She stirred at the openning of her door, and came to when a new source of heat pressed against her back. "Mmmmm..." Who was this? She turned her head backwards and caught a glimpse of short, dark hair.

That's right. She'd come back home with Eric, the guy she'd met just this evening. She should actually be alarmed, falling asleep with a stranger in her home, no matter how amazing a connection they had. It was plain stupid of her. For all she knew, he wasn’t really Eric Foreman, or a doctor, or the proud seducer he’d presented himself as. She shouldn’t be this trusting. But the way she’d napped, without even thinking of what could go wrong, said a lot about safe she felt with him. And she didn’t think she was wrong. Eric climbing back into bed with her only confirmed that suspicion: if he was going to do anything, it’d have been while she was konked out.

All she knew was, she still felt fantastically good.

Amber smiled and stretched again, flexing her shoulders and limbs. She then circled around to face him, hugging his waist and drawing him nearer. “Don't fall asleep on me now, I'm not done with you. Or don't you want that reward?" Head still fuzzy from waking up, she kissed his cheek gently. It was damp and clean of the sweat she'd last seen him covered in.