The complete surprise on his face made her wish she hadn't suggested it; she almost blushed with him, feeling heat rush to her face, and she just lowered her gaze to stare at her fingers as if they had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world. It was true, she hadn't stopped to think about what he was wearing or what she was wearing or anything: she was glad for the closed curtains, because the nightgown might very well have been.. illuminating, thanks to the moonlight shining through their nearby window.
She did glance back up, though, when he said that it wouldn't be a problem: air rushed out of her lungs, a breath she didn't realize she was holding as she gave a small smile. Gosh, would she ever stop fearing rejection? Besides, this.. wasn't necessarily romantic. Never mind the butterflies in her stomach! It had just been a nightmare. She had needed a little comforting.
Still, when he held up the comforter and smiled at her like that.. her stomach filled with nervous movement, and her eyes were shining back at his own gaze. "Yes." She whispered, smiling at him before scooting under the arm which was holding up the comforter: she was incredibly close to him now, closer perhaps than they had ever been. He had been lying on his side, looking reclined and comfortable, but she laid on her back next to him, her own right arm bent at the elbow and resting against his stomach. Her dark eyes glanced up at him, waiting for him to lower his arm onto her stomach and to settle in next to her.