"Irene…" Henry uttered. "You should be trying to rest. Tomorrow is a long day of travel."
Going against what he had just said, Henry couldn't resist rolling over and wrapping his arm around Irene. His other arm slid underneath the pillow and cradled her head. He was only a man after all.
"You don't sound like you've slept yet either," she said. "How am I supposed to go to sleep knowing you're right here and I can't even touch you? I think I'll be able to sleep better like this then I won't have to lay there imagining it instead."
"You always seem to say what I'm thinking," Henry said quietly.
Irene was comfortably nestled against his chest and his chin was touching her forehead as she cuddled up to him. He was warm and comforting. Even though she never complained about the cold, compared to him she was like an ice cube.
"Kiss me goodnight so we can go to sleep," she requested, her voice muffled by the front of his shirt.
