Her hands felt so good running through his hair and he kept thinking of how her hands would feel in other places He was glad for the frigid morning temperatures to help counteract the heat that kept trying to build anytime his thoughts started to slip into dangerous territory. Yet somehow he'd become so warm he'd completely forgotten he wasn't wearing a shirt until she mentioned it. Embarrassed he went to find the other half of his clothes filled with guilt, had he made her uncomfortable? She hadn't been as talkative but was that from him, the fight or the nightmare?
He didn't know.
