With a quiet sigh he layed back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering how he'd wound up here. He ran some unmentionable thoughts through his mind, about the two of them. He shook his head and continued to stare at the ceiling. I wonder... Heh.. It's cold.. Without clothes. Ah well. He said to himself. Wonder what she's up to.. Hmm.. That kiss.. That was wonderful. The affection was wonderful. I think I may have found love, finally, I believe I've found love. He rolled over and shut his eyes, exausted, and pulled a light blanket over himself before drifting off to sleep.