Waking up with a dude was so weird. But Sam craved physical contact and she wasn't exactly complaining. She pressed up against his body, ducking her head under his chin, burying her face in his throat. "Morning," she muttered against his skin. A subtle throb shivered through her body and left her feeling very, very relaxed.

Psychological, clearly. She was fucking dead, after all. But even she believed in the placebo effect.

She breathed in and out slowly. He still smelled like the minerals in the hot spring. Quickly becoming a scent she enjoyed.

"What year is it?" she muttered, closing her eyes.