"I'm freezing!" Boyd murmurs sleepily. They're both so content they don't want to move.
"Me too, but I don't want to move. I'm too comfy right now." Grace mumbles tiredly. She can't remember a time in the last 8 years when she wasn't exhausted.
"Grace, we're both going to catch pneumonia if we lay here much longer. We have to move." Boyd says firmly.
Grace sighs heavily. "Alright, I'll move. Which side of the bed do you want?"
"I don't have a side of the bed. You pick and I'll take the other side. I'll be right back. I'm just going to grab some pyjama pants. Do you want a t-shirt?" Boyd asks as he pulls his arm out from under Grace and goes over to his chest of drawers. He pulls out a pair of grey pyjama pants. He pauses and waits for Grace's answer.
"Yes please, Boyd. I'm chilly." Grace says quietly.
Boyd pulls a pale blue t-shirt out of another drawer and walks over and passes it to Grace. She slips the shirt on and Boyd loves how sexy she looks wearing his shirt. He lets Grace get settled on the side of the bed she wants and then he gets in the other side and slides right in behind her. Boyd puts his arm around Grace's waist and kisses the top of her head before he turns out the light.
Grace feels so comfortable in Boyd's arms that she's quickly asleep. She snuggles against Boyd's chest. Boyd is always warmer than she is. Boyd slowly falls asleep happy and sated. Just as he almost asleep Grace rolls over and flings her arm across Boyd's waist. Boyd smiles at her actions. Grace has always been more touchy-feely than he is. Tonight, however, he finds that he doesn't mind the cuddling so much and that is rare for him. Normally he doesn't stay after with women overnight and he normally doesn't allow the women he's with to stay. In fact, normally he doesn't even bring women to his house. He'd rather book a hotel room, but Grace is different and she deserves more than a hotel fumble.