Raine watched Aidan sleep.

She looked peaceful and relaxed – despite the fact that she was in the most uncomfortable position anyone could possibly take on the couch.

What he had said earlier was true – he’d never met someone quite like Aidan before.

She was sort of quirky, he supposed, especially when it came to her writing.

She had forgotten to change into her pajamas, as well; Aidan’s hand was curled protectively over her jean jacket and her knees were almost meeting her chin.

“You’ve got pretty eyes…”

What the heck was that supposed to mean?

He had been with her long enough to know that she’d complain about the crick in her neck in the morning if she slept through the night on the couch.

Besides, Mrs. McCarthy could startle her out of sleep if she decided to come into the room.

The things you make me do… he thought, slipping his arms gently underneath her legs and supporting her back with his palm.

Carefully, as to not wake her up, he quietly trudged up the stairs.