The warmth of his body behind her ran in stark contrast to the chills that shot through her as he spoke. The words got so tangled up in the sensation that she almost completely lost what he was saying.
"Wait until you see it in the morning," she said, then realized how assumptive the statement was. And then she didn't care. She would take his leave to be bold, at least in this, and she would do her very best not to be disappointed if he chose to leave before then. "The sunrise floods the room with colored light. It's beautiful."
Twisting so she could face him, she stayed close enough so that he didn't have to pull away from her. Rather than put her arms around his waist, she set her hands delicately at his shirt collar. She was glad for the relative darkness; it covered the slight tremor she felt through her fingers. Should she ask? She didn't know. She didn't know a thing about what she should be doing. So she swallowed, and slid the first button free, and then looked up for him - for something, anything.