Even though she was still half asleep and perfectly content to just lie in his arms, his touch still affected her the way it always had, sending a little shiver down her spine. "Mm," she mumbled, turning her head to nuzzle his cheek a little as he kissed her collarbone. She shifted back a little, just wanting to be closer even though they were already pressed against each other. "I like the way it looks on you," she protested softly, "but I may have to steal one. It's apparently an excellent cure for insomnia." That last comment, that gentle reminder of how much she meant to him, made her heart feel warm. "When you first came in, I actually thought I was still dreaming," she whispered. He was the man of her dreams, in every sense of the word, and being cradled in his arms was the most comforting thing she knew. "I don't know what I'd do without you."