Our bedroom had simple arrangements, neatly made to define the plainness of it. It contained a large bed with a new white sheet, velvety to the touch. The only window was a giant one on one side of the wall and the curtains were opened to let the moonlight in through the glass.
"Angelo, come here."
Right after Marvel threw his outerwear to the couch backrest, he called me while I was hanging mine on the coat stand. When I turned to him, he was already sitting on this single couch near the fireplace and tapping his thighs to instruct me to come and sit on his lap.
I came to him and did what he told me to and as expected, the couch felt crowded with the two of us. It wasn't so bad since we snuggled together to gather each other's warmth as he hugged my waist from behind with his right hand, pulling to trim out all the gaps. His face was already on my shoulder when we instinctively stretched our left hands toward the hearth.
