One of her own legs was lifted up and draped heavily and comfortably directly over his hip.
At the same time, Damon's left arm slid underneath her head and her neck. He was acting exactly like a warm, solid, human pillow for her. His left hand was resting securely on her bare shoulder, holding her firmly against his broad chest.
But that was not all.
His other arm, his right arm, went all the way down her back. His large, warm hand was resting firmly on her buttocks.
He was holding her intimately. And even in his deep, unconscious sleep, his large fingers moved slightly. His hand gently squeezed her soft flesh every now and then, a slow, natural, affectionate reflex.
Camilla lay still. She looked at his hand resting on her. She looked at her leg draped over him.
