She was pleased that she hadn't kicked him; Rose knew that she kicked the covers off sometimes in her quest to warm up her feet. She smiled as he pulled her onto his chest. Moving one hand from around his neck, she let her fingertips trace the lines of his muscles over his chest. At the same time, Rose adjusted her head so that it rested on the opposite shoulder just above his heart.
"What time is it anyways? Maybe there's a little more time," she said, her voice full of hope. She let out a sigh as she continued to trace his chest. "Merlin, I could stay like this forever."