Delilah rolled onto her side, pillowing her head on one arm and pressing the other between her breasts, where her own burning skin would keep her digits warm. It was the alcohol, she knew. It was making her heart pump faster.
"What do you want to do until they get here?" she murmured, slurring the words as much as she did her intention. It was quickly followed by a grin as she watched him through lowered lashes. "You wear glasses... suits you." She'd have to factor that in, later, if she would ever feel strong enough to lift a brush again.