Amaya shifted and turned her body away from Marx, her back was facing him.
Marx moved closer to her and sniffed her hair. He liked the floral scent of her hair. He run his hand through her hair and he liked the silky softness of it. He wanted to hug her and nestle her on his chest but he was afraid that he would wake her up. He just contented himself with snuggling close to her. His hands were slightly clenched on his side.
Amaya woke up at dawn. She turned on to her side and found herself face to face with Marx. He was sleeping deeply. He looked very relaxed. The bonfire outside gave off a crackling sound as fire consumed the logs and the branches.
Amaya studied Marx's face in the flickering light. She could not see clearly but she could feel his hot breath on her face.
