Lydia hated to admit that even for a minute she was unsure of herself. Usually she would just leave by now, saving the whole staying the night with...well, she hadn't done that since the last night she had spent with Jackson. Strange that he hadn't crossed her mind mostly all night and the realization drew her gaze back to Peter.

"No." She slid her legs under the edge of the blanket, placing the bottle on the bedside stand. "I'm good." She rolled onto her side, his shirt twisting around her slender frame.