He pauses what he’s doing—belt flung aside, shirt untucked and buttons half undone—in order to go to her, climbing up onto the bed next to her and then straddling her so he can sit on her lap. He takes her hands and holds them against the tops of his thighs, warming up her chilled skin. She gets cold so fast.
“Yeah?” he asks, looking down at her. The lamps in their bedroom are on the dim side, and he’d only turned on one. Shadows play across her face, create dark valleys in her clothing.