However, as drowsiness slowly hit him, Tristan's eyes opened wide when he felt her hand land on his chest.
"...."
Tristan turned to see her and realized there was no longer a barrier between them. Her body curled up beside him with her hands resting on his chest.
'Why did she do this? Is she cold?'
Tristan wondered when he saw her blanket at the end of her feet.
He swallowed hard to wet his suddenly dry throat, trying to calm his mind.
Then,
Tristan slowly turned his body to face her while gently placing his hands on her waist. He slowly pulled her towards him.
After ensuring she fit in his arms with her head resting on his arm, he removed his blanket and covered them together.
Tristan didn't even dare move, afraid Bella would wake up and move away from him. He can't let this opportunity slip, right? He wished they would sleep like this until morning.
