Their first dance had been short and sweet, but incredibly romantic. She'd put on the record initially as a means to give them a little privacy and to possibly set the mood for their reunion. The dance had been overtaken by their second and more pleasurable dance. While she had much preferred the second dance, Jo Playton wouldn't mind dancing with Bill Masen again. Being in his arms for those scant seconds without bullets flying and triffid stingers threatening was a safe and wonderful feeling.
As they lay together with her facing him as he lay asleep on his back, she reflected on their previous conversation. Before he had fallen asleep, they had discussed how the two of them had found their way back to each other. He'd been amazed by her escape from Torrence's clutches. He'd chuckled when she'd told him about crashing yet another car. That had earned him a light slap on his bare stomach which had elicited another laugh from her bedmate.
He'd told her about the nun Durrant and her horrifying pact with the triffids. She'd hugged him tighter to her when he'd shuddered while describing the field of bodies that had been sacrificed to the triffids.
The closer he drifted to sleep, the more open and vulnerable Bill became. Jo found herself nearly speechless when he'd revealed the despair he'd experienced when Coker told him that Torrence had kept Jo. And then a reversal of that feeling weeks later when Coker gave Bill the radio on which he'd heard her broadcast. Hearing her voice had filled him with a renewed resolved to get to Shirning. He'd only expected to find his father, his father's research, and way to defeat the triffids so that he could find his way back to Jo. He'd never imagined that he would find his very motivation lying on his father's couch.
As he finally fell asleep several minutes ago, he whispered something about "caring about you so much". Jo couldn't bring herself to rouse Bill to make him finish his thought. She could wait until the morning to discover what their next dance would be.