They sat there not talking for several minutes until she shivered. He noticed. “Are you cold?”
Megan shrugged. “A little.”
Paul stood, releasing her hand. She was regretting her confession until she realized what he was doing. He walked around to the opposite side of the bed and pulled the covers back. “Get in. I don’t want you to catch cold.”
She pushed herself up on her knees, and reached for the sheet and blanket. “Only if you join me.”
He smiled. “That’s the idea.”
Megan scurried beneath the cool blankets, and her stomach did a little somersault when Paul slid into bed beside her. As soon as he was in, she snuggled against him. He held her close, and it felt natural. It was where she was meant to be.
They lay there for a long time, him tracing patterns on her back, while she play
