The night air had grown colder, a sharp chill creeping under the sheets, and you shivered awake. You and Sevika had fallen asleep barely dressed, the warmth of each other enough to ward off the coolness, but now it was too much.

You slowly sat up, your bare skin immediately meeting the cold. The room was dim, moonlight spilling through the blinds. Sevika, still asleep, let out a soft breath beside you. You glanced at your side of the dresser but hesitated. Instead, you padded quietly over to Sevika’s side, drawn to the comfort of her clothes.

You sifted through her dresser, and as you pulled out a familiar shirt, her scent filled your senses. Holding it to your face, you sighed, feeling a small rush of warmth. But before you could slip it on, a soft voice broke the silence.

"Again with my shirts, huh?" Sevika’s voice was amused, low and groggy from sleep. She had to clear her throat a little so her voice wasn't too raspy.

You froze, caught off guard, staring at her in surprise. She raised herself up slightly, reaching over to the nightstand to grab her cigar and lighter. Flicking the lighter, her eyes darted to your own, a warm expression written in them. “You’re fine, hun. I don't mind.”

With her words, you felt an unexpected wave of comfort, her quiet affection wrapping around you as the cold air faded away.