As soon as his hands covered hers, a smile touched her lips. Face buried between his shoulder blades, she just stood there, content in the moment. While the fire had heated the room considerably in just a few short minutes, it was nothing compared to Warren's body heat. His was comforting and, the way she was pressed against him, her front to his back, it felt like she fit there perfectly. She didn't even have time to dwell on the thought.<br/><br/>Lifting her head at his words, she pressed her cheek to his shoulder, eyes out the window. "Where will you sleep?" she asked. She didn't want him banishing himself to the room while she laid by the fire. A faint blush touched her cheeks as his thumb moved over the back of her hand; gentle, sweet....