The night is cold, Beatrice moves closer to me, pressing her soft skin to my hard cold chest, she shivers as our body make contact and draws the blanket over her hands.
I can't sleep, so I watch her. The 10years we have spent together in this new town has no effect on her face, age has no effect on her.
She turns on her back and the blanket drops from her hold exposing her flesh, two perfectly round mountains on her chest. They moved with her breathing, her nipples standing erect as if wading off the cold.
