A Short Love Story

Restless sleep. An arm flung out in the night. Waking, she tucked it back under the duvet and icy cold, it rested against his hands. She expected him to flinch, move away, stirred from deep sleep by the cold intrusion into his comfort. Instead, he wrapped his warm hands around her chilled arm, sharing his heat with her. That is love.

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