Bianca covered herself with the quilt. She didn't know that the night would become so cool.
Except for the noise of their breath and a dull sound of water flowing beneath them, there was nothing. She closed her eyes, not even moving her finger. His presence across the bed affected her. Her thoughts were focused on him. She heard a rustle and to her heart's dismay thought that he had turned the other way. There was yet another rustle, closer to her and she felt his presence near her, which was followed by the touch of his fingers on her cheek. Her body heated and she knew that her ears must have turned red. She opened her eyes and all thoughts that she had focused on him, scattered when he traced her cheek as if he could see her in the dark. She licked her dry lips as a shiver ran down her body.
"You are cold," he said.
"I will be fine soon," she muttered under her breath.
He brushed his finger on her cheek again and said, "You are very cold."
