A couple hours later, the movie was over. Much to his surprise, Luke had enjoyed it...although he wouldn't admit that to Lorelai. "You know," he said instead, "Angelica looked a lot like you."
Lorelai laughed. "If you say so." She yawned. "We might as well go to sleep."
"All right," he agreed, getting to his feet and turning on the light. "You can take the bed; I'll sleep on the couch."
Lorelai sat up. "No way. You can't sleep on this."
"What's wrong with my couch?" Luke asked, insulted.
She looked at him. "I wouldn't even make my mother sleep on this thing."
Luke tried not to smile, but he couldn't help it. "Ouch. Okay, well, where do you expect me to sleep?"
Lorelai looked around, then sighed. "Luke, we're adults. I'm sure we can share the bed."
He nodded. "Sure."
Looking down at her clothes, (a lavender silk blouse and a short black skirt), Lorelai stood up. "Do you have a t-shirt or something I can sleep in?"
Crossing to the closet, he rummaged through its contents. "Here," he said, tossing her a green plaid flannel shirt. "It's warmer than a t-shirt, anyway."
"It's fine," she said, heading for the bathroom. "Thanks."
"No problem."
A few minutes later, Lorelai returned to the bedroom. Luke had changed into a black t-shirt and sweatpants, and was turning down the covers on the bed. He looked up, and had to smile. The flannel shirt came to just above her knees, and the sleeves covered half her hands. Her hair had been pinned up, but now it was settled in loose curls around her shoulders. She looked beautiful. "Which side do you want?" he asked.
"This one, I guess," Lorelai replied, tossing her clothes on the couch and sitting on the edge of the double bed.
"All right. Good-night." Luke shut off the light, and they slid under the covers. They stayed as far apart as they could, facing away from each other.
After a few minutes, Luke realized Lorelai was shivering. He rolled over and looked at her. "You okay?"
"Mm-hmm," she replied quietly.
He propped himself up on his elbow. "Come on, I can tell you're shivering."
She finally turned to face him. "Well, it is pretty cold in here."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Luke answered apologetically. "The heater's broken, and I haven't had time to fix it." Pausing, he reached for her. "Come here."
"Why?" Lorelai asked warily.
"Just come here."
She moved closer to him, and he pulled the covers up around them. Then he put his arms around her and pulled her close.
Instantly, Lorelai felt warmer. "Thanks."
"No problem." He held her closer, and she laid her head on his chest.
"Thank you."
Luke smiled. "You said that already."
Lorelai shook her head. "No, I mean for everything. Letting me stay here, lending me a shirt from your endless supply of flannel..."
"I could just let you freeze, you know," Luke said teasingly, pulling his arm back.
"No!" Feeling his arm slide back around her, Lorelai blushed. She hadn't meant to respond that eagerly. But she snuggled closer to him, and smiled. "Good-night, Luke."
"Good-night, Lorelai."