He enjoyed hearing the sound of her voice. "Yes, Nat?"

"I'm still cold."

He sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bunk. "I'll go turn up the thermostat."

She stopped him by wrapping her fingers around his ankles. "I can't breathe if it gets too stuffy."

Drew didn't remember her being quite this bad with her insomnia when they were kids. "What do you want me to do then, Nat? You don't want the heat on. You don't want a blanket. What else am I supposed to do?"

Her hand fell away from his ankle, and his skin bemoaned the loss of her touch. He heard the rustle of blankets as she once again tried to get comfortable. He lay down again, wondering if this time she would be able to fall asleep. Moments later, he felt a tug on his sheet right before the mattress dipped toward the side. He turned his head, surprised to see Nat climbing up.

"Scoot over," she whispered and burrowed underneath his covers. She'd brought her blankets with her and tossed them over both of them. With her beside him, the curve of her hip nestled against his, the last thing Drew needed was more cover. He casually kicked his feet free of the tangle of blankets. "Brrr! It's freezing!" She curled into a ball and rubbed her icy toes against his calf.

"Damn, Nat! Your toes are like ice."

"I told you so." He'd moved his legs over, but she resolutely continued rubbing her cold feet against him. "They'll warm up in a minute."

He turned to face her and trapped her wandering toes between his hands. He rubbed her feet briskly, trying to warm them with friction. Somehow, his fierce rubbing slowed into a sensual caress. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she sighed with pleasure.

"Ooh, that's much better."

Drew focused his attention on her feet. Her skin was soft, her toes perfectly formed. He didn't have to possess a foot fetish to appreciate what he saw. He massaged the soles of her feet right beneath her toes.

"You missed your calling, Drew. You should do this professionally."

He moved up to her ankles, the bones located there seeming small and delicate in his hands. "I'll stick with being a sportscaster. I don't have to worry about unsatisfied customers."

Of their own will, his hands continued to move upwards. He reached her knees, but Nat didn't protest. He couldn't go any further. Her flannel pajamas could only stretch so far. With reluctance, he removed his hands from the legs of her pajamas and cursed the raging hard-on he currently sported. He briefly considered pulling down her pants and continuing his exploration in a more carnal way, but he doubted Nat would let him.

Flopping onto his back, he threw his arm over his eyes. He needed to block out the fact that she was lying beside him, close enough to touch. Her hip brushed his as she turned on her left side, putting her back toward him. Just great! He was lying there fantasizing about having his hands on her body, and she calmly turned over to sleep. The world wasn't fair.

His silent thoughts whirled to a halt when she wriggled backwards, planting her curvy ass along his side. "Drew, I'm still cold."

Hallelujah! There was still hope. He turned and draped an arm over her waist, tucking her against his body. She would be able to feel his dick prodding her in the backside, but maybe she was too sleepy to notice.

"Uh, Drew?"

No such luck. "Yeah?"

"Did you really mean it?"

He couldn't think straight. His hormones were reacting to her proximity, begging him to make love to her. "About what?"

"Crushing on me when we were kids?"

He winced. He'd not meant to reveal that tidbit of information. Heaven knew, he'd spent half his life trying to hide the fact that he was attracted to her. It was too late to back down now. "I meant it."

"Why didn't you try anything then?"

Because he was a chicken shit kid who'd wanted desperately to be the perfect son. "The time never seemed right."

His arm was around her waist, so he felt it when her breath hitched. "What about that night at the fair?"

He remembered it clearly. They'd had so much fun that night, holding hands and riding every ride in the park. Everything had been perfect until the Ferris wheel. With the glow of the lights in her eyes, she asked him to kiss her, and his heart screeched to a halt. He'd just graduated high school, and she was about to be a sophomore. He was going off to college in Virginia, while she would be in Birmingham. Doubts assailed him, so he put her down as kindly as he knew how and pretended the night had never happened.

"I was young and stupid," was the only excuse he could think of.

"Me too, I guess. Stupid for thinking you would be interested in me like that."

He fumbled for her hand and laced their fingers together over her belly. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Nat. I never meant to."

He sensed she was withdrawing by the way she tensed against him. He prepared himself and waited for her to pull away.

"Drew? One more thing."

"What's that?"

She wriggled her ass against him, wresting a groan from his lips. "Care to explain what is poking me in the ass?"