Lee feels a body climbing back into bed with her and doesn't question this. Okay, great. She would rather cuddle than do anything else right now. She wriggles closer to this new source of warm, her face pressing against his neck and her breath spilling out hotly over his skin. Her arms wrap around him and she sighs, not even opening her eyes. Lee is still dressed in last night's clothes - white jeans, a hopelessly wrinkled silk blouse, socks - because she hadn't brought anything else to wear. She hadn't exactly planned this. Scarf, coat, sweater, gloves, shoes, those are all strewn around on the floor for lack of anywhere else to put them. Her feet are warm, though. For once.
She falls back asleep for another ten or fifteen minutes before stirring. One eye cracks open and she looks at him, then glances up, back down... then she pulls the sheet up higher. Her goal is to make this completely airtight. That way, no cold air can get in. It hasn't quite connected with her yet that this building has central heating, it's not the arctic wasteland the Chelsea is.