Lee wraps her arms around him and lets him press his face into her chest. This is better, she thinks. Maybe. How can someone be so cold and so hot at the same time? She buries her hand in his hair and holds him, her face pressed to the top of his head. She holds him as tightly as she can, squeezing him around the shoulders and ribs. She doesn't know what else to do for him.
"What do you need?" Through her clothes he can feel her heart beating, the rise and fall of her chest and back as she breathes slowly. When she talks her lips brush against his scalp.