Mattie was out like a light in seconds; the exhaustion and alcohol had caught up to her. She hardly stirred through the night, surprisingly. She usually tossed and turned and woke up during the night a lot especially if she slept in a position that her body took even a slight problem to. Not this time. She slept like a rock until 7:30 in the morning, which was late for her. 

As she opened her eyes slowly, she realized that her head was resting on something warm. Groaning, she sat upright and opened her eyes completely and started to yawn and–– holy shit! Mattie jumped up off the couch as if there was a rat. Nicholas?! 

And then she remembered yesterday. Right. Embarrassed both to have forgotten and to have been so sappy as to cuddle up with him last night, she grabbed her leftover burgers and moved quietly into the kitchen. She sat on her counter and ate, chewing very slowly, distracted from the still-juicy flavor by her thoughts. What was she supposed to do now? What did he want now, after three years apart? Was there danger? She remembered last night. 

[i]Whatever comes next, we'll face it together.[/i] 

He knew something she didn't.