In the dead of night, they woke to the tremors' subtle force shaking the ground beneath them. Groggy with sleep, they glanced at each other without exchanging a word, waiting in tense silence. When the tremors subsided, Guy noticed Angela's body trembling faintly. Weary, he lifted his head and searched for a solution. At that moment, Angela began to speak, her words hesitant, as if unsure how to complete the thought. She looked at Guy, her eyes searching, before summoning the courage to whisper:"Guy... I need to tell you something."Guy's eyes filled with concern as he studied her face, waiting for her to continue."Yes, my love?" His voice was gentle, tinged with curiosity."I... I'm so cold," Angela admitted, her voice quivering under the weight of the cold. "I can't bear it anymore."Guy responded immediately, almost interrupting her:"I could give you my blanket," he offered.Angela hesitated, then spoke again."Actually... I've heard somewhere that sharing body warmth helps you get warm faster. What do you think?"Guy paused for a heartbeat. His thoughts raced. Sharing the same sleeping bag with the woman he loved—holding her, feeling her close—and, more than that, doing it skin-to-skin... The idea sent a rush of conflicting feelings through him. How could he refuse? He thought he had heard of such a method before. Perhaps it would truly work. Struggling to keep his excitement in check, he answered carefully:"That's a good idea. I'm cold, too. Let's try it."Angela didn't wait. She unzipped the sleeping bag and slid out. Her thin-socked feet touched the frozen ground, sending a biting chill racing up her body, making her shudder. But standing still wasn't an option. Her fingers found the hem of her shirt, and she tugged it upward. As she raised her arms, her body stretched with a natural grace. The faint glow of moonlight outlined the curves of her bare torso. Her silhouette, delicate yet defined, materialized in Guy's vision as though drawn with the finest brushstroke. His eyes traced her form—her breasts, her waist, the gentle slope of her hips—capturing every detail like a masterpiece he was compelled to memorize.Fully nude now, Angela trembled in the biting air. Turning her head, she shot him a teasing glance."Well? What are you waiting for? I'm freezing, hurry!" Her tone was playful, but her shivering betrayed her urgency.For a moment, Guy was frozen himself, stunned by the beauty before him. Then, snapping into action, he fumbled awkwardly in the confines of the sleeping bag, wriggling to remove his clothes. The tight space limited his movements, and his clumsy efforts drew a soft smile from Angela as she watched him—amused, shivering, and enchanted by his bashfulness.At last, he freed himself from his clothing, tossing them aside."Okay, come on in," he invited, his voice a blend of anticipation and shyness.Angela wriggled her way into the narrow bag. Their faces were inches apart now. They shared a smile. But despite the closeness, Angela kept shifting—curling her legs, then stretching them, folding her arms and unfolding them again. She squirmed restlessly, searching for a comfortable position. Guy chuckled at her childlike fidgeting.Finally, she turned her back to him. The fit was snugger this way. Guy adjusted his arms around her, wrapping her gently in his embrace. His chest pressed against her back. When he drew closer, the scent of her hair filled his senses, warm and comforting. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Angela, still chilly, slid her icy feet backward, pressing them against his for warmth.Minutes passed, and their bodies instinctively molded to each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces. In Guy's arms, Angela found a sense of shelter and safety that the ruined world outside could never offer. Their connection was beyond words—an unspoken resolve to hold on, to survive, together.But the tight confines of the sleeping bag made every move pronounced. Their bodies, so near, couldn't help but react to each subtle shift. The nearness of Angela, the softness of her curves against him, stirred something deep within Guy. Soon, the tension between them grew electric. Angela, aware of the effect she was having, began to move with deliberate intent. She pushed her hips backward, pressing gently into him under the guise of searching for a better position. A playful, teasing dance began.What had started as a game of warmth became something much more. Every movement sent a ripple of sensation through them both. The heat between them intensified until they were no longer two separate beings but a single entity of shared breath, shared heartbeats, shared fire. No words passed between them—they didn't need them. Every glance, every touch, was an unspoken invitation answered in kind.Angela, feeling Guy's hands on her waist, guided them higher. She pressed them against the soft swell of her breasts. He traced her curves with reverent fingers, each caress an exploration, a promise. His breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling against her back as if trying to match the rhythm of her heartbeat.Outside, the world remained dark and cold, but within their cocoon of warmth, they had created their own light. Thought dissolved; only sensation remained. Every touch led to another, deeper and more consuming than the last.Guy's breath hitched, a trembling sigh escaping him. He stilled for a moment, as though hesitating, a trace of restraint lingering in his touch. Angela noticed. She turned her head slightly, her eyes catching his in the dim light. In that gaze, there were no questions left unanswered.She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.Guy whispered, "But..."Angela's voice was a soft, steady murmur: "If this is the end of the world... it doesn't matter. But if it's a new beginning..." She paused, her voice filled with quiet strength and hope. "Then we'll carry a part of ourselves into it—a gift for a new dawn."Her words melted the last of his hesitation. Their bodies joined completely, a brilliant warmth flaring in the bitter cold. The night grew quiet, filled only with their shared breaths, their unspoken truths. Secrets woven into darkness.And at last, they surrendered to sleep, held fast by each other's arms.