Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Sulking quickly gave way to utter hedonism again in Derek’s bathtub. When she came back out, wrapped up in Derek’s bathrobe (which was hilariously too big for her), with little damp wisps of hair straggling around her face, and discovered them asleep again, she shrugged and crawled back into the bed, insinuating herself between them.
The two always curled together snugly when they slept in the same bed so it was bit tighter of a fit for Summer this time, accompanied with grumbling and low sleepy half aborted growls. They eventually settled again, both wrapped around her and then each other by extension.
It felt like she struggled out of sleep this time, and she opened her eyes to see Derek leaving the room. There was a weight at her back suggesting Isaac was still asleep. Summer blinked drowsily and swam to the edge of the bed, padding after Derek to perch in the kitchen. The too-big robe dragged around her feet.