Already half asleep, but a little perturbed by his pressing insistence Senti mumbled „Why don't you let this be a surprise and find out yourself – tomorrow.“ There was an odd emphasis on the last word.<br/><br/>Still not fully awake she reached behind her and as gently as she chould shoved him away again, to end his pressing urgency at her back. Almost as an afterthought she reached out, grabbed one end of one of the blankets she was lying on and lifted it over her form. It was a little warm underneath, but not uncomfortably so, and it was probably for the better this way, bringing some visual barrier between the two of them to help Sammy to hold back until the next day.<br/><br/>That done she felt how sleep was getting a firmer hold on her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>