"Come here," she whispered, pulling him closer so he could climb to the bed and stay next to her. Holding to his hand, she gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist and directed it so he could hung them around her waist, "It's so cold in the bed alone without you."
He laughed, "Who wouldn't miss my warmth?"
And she slowly pinched the tip of his nose, "You mean there's someone else who knows this warmth?"
"No one else but you," he said, coaxing her with a kiss on her forehead, "These days I've never felt so worried, you really made me feel as if my heart was torn apart."
"Oh dear," she patted his head, scrunching her fingers to feel his soft black hair around the gaps of her fingers, "Should I kiss it heal?"
"You better kiss me a lot," he whispered and felt as her lips moved forward, pecking on his lips, down to his chin and then his cheek. "Not enough," he complained with a huff, "I cooked you a lot of food once you can get out of the bed."
