"A whisper of fabric as Derek dressed. Then a hand on my waist, a light touch, tentative. I turned and Derek was right there, his face above mine, hands sliding around me as I titled my face up-- We both jumped--again. Tori stood there, staring at us, Simon behind her, grabbing her arm. Simon began. She shook her head. Liz raced in. "Derek's ready," I said. "