The snow has started, Neamhchiontach. Come to bed.
I shake my head. I'm sitting wrapped in a blanket in the big wing chair by the fireplace. It's warm here. It got a lot colder at night in the past few nights and I wasn't ready for it. I practically tried to crawl underneath Lochlan and put my face in Ben's hair to keep my nose warm the other night and both kind of pushed me off so I thought I would give them both a break last night and stay with Caleb. Caleb who had the candles light, the fire burning bright and the whiskey in two tumblers before I got the request completely out.
Anytime you need me, I am here.
I'm just cold. You're burning so I figured you would be warm. Don't be flattered.
Hard not to be. You're here and I don't have to wait for my dreams to visit me in my sleep when they're right in front of me.
He's so good at this. I feel my icy heart melting just enough to create a sizzle around the edges and then I slept like the dead for hours. Until I couldn't anymore which is always in the early darkened hours of the day, the inky black silent morning before sunrise.
Give me another night. You need a full night of rest before I send you back.
I don't get any rest here.
It's a polite euphemism, he snaps, frustrated by my casual rejection. As always we both benefit from your late night wandering.
I like to watch the snow. I'll come back when I'm tired.
You always come back to me.