The frost breaks on the surface of our blankets with a crisp rustle, but the bone-piercing cold hasn’t touched me at all. Sheltered in the warmth of Karma’s body, I wake, cozy and snug, my cheek still pressed against his chest.
“Good morning.” With a gentle whisper, he releases his grip. “You’re one quiet sleeper—you haven’t moved at all.”
I’ve slept in his arms. My breath quickens as my mind registers where I am, and I wince. All night. I pull up my arms from underneath, unable to meet his eye yet.
“Give me a moment. My arm has gone numb.” He chuckles, slides on his side, and puts my head in the crock of his neck. “So that’s better.” He rests his cheek against my balmy forehead, his breath a tranquil breeze in the quietude between us.
I swallow, my chest tight. How did this happen?
