Elizabeth woke up before Sawyer, but she lay awake in bed rather than getting up.
She didn't want to risk waking him up by moving, and she was not looking forward to the day.
As she stared up at the skylight window above them she noted how miserable the sky looked - there was no chance of going out, and that made the prospect of getting up even less appealing.
She moved up closer to him and closed her eyes so the warmth of his body and his familiar scent were all she could think about.
He seemed peaceful,and it made Elizabeth feel safer to know he wasn't on edge.
Somebody knocked at the door, and she screwed her eyes closed and hoped that they would leave.
They didn't, and the insistent knocking was enough to disturb Sawyer; he mumbled something unintelligible and brushed Elizab
