Sarah
For a moment, I don't know how to respond.
But I slowly relax into his embrace, my body molding against his warmth. If he's cold, I don't feel it. If anything, he radiates heat.
I take a shaky breath, letting my fingers lightly graze his naked back. "You don't feel cold to me," I whisper.
He exhales against my hair, his arms tightening slightly. "Then maybe you're warm enough for both of us."
I want to say something, but I don't want to break whatever fragile moment this is between us. So I just close my eyes and let myself sink into it.
Minutes pass in silence, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling me into a sense of calm I haven't felt in a long time.
Matthew shifts slightly, his grip on me never loosening. His breath is warm against my forehead, steady and even, but I can tell he's still awake.
"Go to sleep, Sarah," he says.
"I am sleeping," I joke.
