“Her heart began to pound a little harder with the boldness of what she was about to say. "You'll sleep badly in the chair, Kit. Would you like to sleep next to me? I promise not to thrash about." She tried to make her words light. Tried to make them sound like a practical suggestion, and less like the wanton invitation they disguised. There was a long quiet so thick Susannah could have grabbed fistfuls of it. "No, Susannah. I will sleep even more badly next to you." His voice was night itself: ironic, dense with meaning, a little dangerous. He might as well have slipped a hand beneath her nightdress for how it made her feel.”
Book:Beauty and the Spy