Lyla's willpower seemed to come and go when it came to Matt. Some days, it was easier to resist than others. Lately, though, it had been getting harder and harder to resit that pull she felt toward him. Maybe it was the way he'd rescued her before the holidays. Maybe it was the way he'd walked her from the computer lab today, gone out in the cold so she wouldn't have to walk alone. Whatever it was, she'd begin to crave this, even if she knew she shouldn't.
She didn't resist when he started to pull her toward the bed. A soft whimper that could have been some weak form of protest passed between their lips, but she moved with him, letting herself get lost at the feel of his hands and lips on her.
She'd been freezing just moments ago, but she was definitely feeling much warmer now, which, she'd tell herself later, was the only reason she'd fallen into such behavior so easily.