"I'm so sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I was going to get you a blanket, before." She glanced down at her ankle in regret - but not too much regret.

His hands had felt so nice.

"Here," she said, and shifted down the bed, stretched to catch the blanket folded up at the end.

She had to sit right up against him in order to get it, and lean close, brushing against his back as she reached around him.

In retrospect, it would have been easier to stay put, to direct him to fetch the blanket himself. But somehow, she couldn't bring herself to regret that either.

She pulled back and shook out the folds, drawing it around his shoulders.

"Is that better?"

She didn't let go of the blanket.