"Luke, thank you. You've made it all so wonderful, so good. Hold me," she said. "Let me fall asleep against you, in your arms." He held her there, like that, stretched over his body, her head resting against his shoulder. She might weigh a hundred and ten pounds to his one-eighty, and she fit against his chest perfectly. He ran his hand down her back and over her soft bottom, stroking her, listening as her breathing evened out, as she sighed in her sleep. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me, he thought. I hope I don't screw it up."