Whoops. It's not that she minds the contact; she rather likes it. He's not heavy or unwelcome, however much he might find this unacceptable when he wakes up in the morning. She plucks his glasses from his face while she deliberates, folding them and setting them on the table.

She wants to stay. She doesn't want to take advantage. She wants... but he needs to sleep. Trying to carry him would almost certainly wake him up. Better to get his blanket and pillows and tuck him in on the couch. It's only hard to ease herself out from under him in an emotional sense. She does her best to make him comfortable, undoing the top two buttons on his shirt and brushing his hair out of his face, smoothing the blanket over his shoulder.

In the morning he'll find a note from her in his little notebook, which she's left next to his glasses. Thank you for dinner. I hope you slept well. V.

Maybe he won't notice the smudge of lip gloss she left on his forehead.