You sat beside her, and immediately, her hands found your chest, her chin resting on your shoulder. “You always push yourself too hard…” she murmured. Her fingers traced slow, absent-minded circles along your arm. The glow of the fire caught in her ruby eyes, half-lidded now, the weight of the day sinking into a moment of complete stillness.

“I don’t sleep unless you’re here,” she whispered into your ear, her breath soft as silk. “So don’t even think of getting up early without me. That’s an order.” She giggled gently, her usual teasing edge softened by the intimacy of night.

Lying back, she tugged you down with her, wrapping herself around you like a quilt. Her thighs draped over yours, her hand over your heart, thumb brushing with slow tenderness. “If this were our home,” she said with a dreamy smile, “I’d make you tea, tuck you in, and kiss your forehead every night… but since we’re here, I’ll just keep you warm like this.”