"Frostbite," Gwendolyn echoed teasingly. "Have you considered that I wouldn't need to bury myself into blankets if only you had held me closer?" She pivoted her head and pressed a kiss to Cameron's cheek. "I suppose if I must, I must." She reached her fingers for her chemise, tossed somewhere in the late hours the night before and slipped it on before burrowing back into the comfortable hold of Cameron's arms. Her eyelids still heavy with sleep, Gwendolyn yawned and closed her eyes-- lulled by Cameron's reassuring and familiar presence. "Can't we sleep for just a bit more?"<br/><br/>At that moment, a faint knock sounded on the door followed by Leticia's struggle to unlock the door. Once again, they had barred the door the previous night, just to ensure they didn't receive any unwanted visitors. Instantly, Gwendolyn sat up and shot Cameron an anxious glance. "Are you ready?" she whispered nervously to him.