Kinda.

Jake groaned and rolled over. Damn, those pills must be strong.

Sam suddenly felt a weird sensation. It wasn't quite arousal, but something like it. It was nice. She had an overwhelming urge to cuddle up in bed next to Jake.

As she slipped under the covers, she pulled up next to him to spoon. She slipped her arms around his waist and pressed her chest against his back. That wonderful feeling intensified. It felt like coming home after a long trip. It felt like a sensual massage. It felt like hot chocolate on a cold day.

It occurred to Sam that all of this might actually be heightened while Jake was asleep. She thought back to those first moments after the flash, the overwhelming anxiety and confusion. He's been suppressing things, she realized. He's been trying to spare me the full intensity of his feelings.

He couldn't do that in his sleep. The thought should have concerned her but she was lost in the pillowy comfort of his slumbering bliss. He was done dreaming, she supposed. Now she was just getting the warm, comfortable feeling of gentle intimacy with a close friend.

Very close, she thought, and squeezed him tighter. Her legs intertwined with his, her soft breasts pushed against his back. He snored softly and she felt a twinge of giddiness at how cute he was. God, this was so much more intense than the simply physical arousal she felt when he was awake.

Her mind seized on a word, and she quickly pushed it down. It bobbed up above the surface again and she denied it yet again. He must be dreaming. There's no way, this must be his thought. It can't be mine. It's artificial. It's just an artifact of Jake's sleeping mind. Just then, he moaned softly in his sleep and placed his hand over hers across his abdomen.

Oh shit, she thought. I'm in love.