Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of morning sunlight that slanted through the window. Emily, though awake, pretended to be asleep as from time to time she took a glance at the serene face of Jayden who was lying next to her on his stomach.
He was shirtless. Like yesterday, Emily didn't know when and how he got into bed next to her. When she opened her eyes this morning to the bright early dawn, she found him next to her— this time his hand around her waist.
She'd loved the weight of his bare arm around her. It was warm and worked like a heat pad for her freezing body. The blanket they had was thick and very warm, it could still not keep chilly winds creeping through the creaks of closed windows from poking her delicate skin.
Every night she struggled to sleep with cold
