It took considerable effort to bring herself to say, soft in the darkness, ‘We should go to bed. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” Moving would mean parting from him, even if only for a few moments, and she didn’t want that.
“Can we stay like this though?” he whispered lowly, referring of course to their lack of clothing and intimate positions, needing to keep her as close as was possible to him. But even as he uttered those words aloud, he remained pressed up against her, clearly reluctant to move away from her side.
She found his ear and nibbled on it a bit before breathing, “Yes.” She tipped her head a little, and her hair shifted over one shoulder, and she shivered.