Owen Moreland put down the car keys in his hand, lifted his wrist to undo his watch, and walked toward the sofa. He gently placed the watch on the coffee table, then bent down to pick up the girl from the sofa. The light scent of her body fragrance reached his nose, faint but refreshing.
The sofa was situated close to the range of the air conditioning, and the temperature was a bit colder there compared to other places. The girl's bare arms felt icy to the touch. Owen hugged her tighter into his arms; no wonder she had curled up into such a tiny ball—it was because she was cold.
When people are cold, they instinctively move towards warmth.
Owen's body temperature was higher than Amelia Clarke's, so in her sleep, she subconsciously snuggled closer into his embrace.
