As they glanced over his hand, she just offered a smile as he smiled up to her. She gentle touched her fingers to his wrist, tilting her head. “I’ll change them in the morning, or before we leave, you can sleep in them just fine.” She carefully lowered his hand, kissing his knuckles in the process. She was warm up against him, completely content where she was at the moment.<br/><br/>When he shifted, she shifted with him. Her leg propped against his hip, her head against his chest as he held her close against him. Her eyes fluttered closed for the time being, she simply enjoyed his warmth and presence in the embrace. However, she soon opened her eyes to watch the same snow line steadily grow. She stayed there then, her fingers tracing shaped across his shirt. But, when he spoke up, she flickered her eyes up to him. Malia presented him with a smile as she reached up, cupping his cheek in her hand. Her sparkling eyes met his for a moment before she leaned in, pressing her lips to his soft, warm ones.<br/><br/>She held their kiss for more than a moment, and even then she went back for more. She could never get enough of him. If he wasn’t near her, if she could hear his voice of feel his breath, she felt empty. “I’d never pass up a chance to kiss you, you know.” As she moved her arm back to wrap around his towels, she buried her head in the crook of his neck. “I love you fiercely. You’re my everything.” She looked back to the snow line, seeing it build. “Should we sleep it off, or lay here in one another’s arms as the snow passes?” Her green eyes met his again in question. She was content either way, it was times like these she cherished.