She squirmed when this thumb suddenly swiped her cheek.
"Why is your face so red Celine?" His whisper made her eyes snap open again, and when she took in a breath she could only smell him. Thick, masculine wood and smoke yet soothing in a strange way.
"What are you thinking?" He seemed to study her eyes with fascination on his.
She immediately composed herself, "I...I wasn't thinking anything."
"Liar." He remarked, snuggling her closer. He had seen a thousand thoughts darting through her eyes in a second. It felt extremely good to be this close to her. Close enough that he could feel her breath, inhale her scent and realize that he could almost kiss her, almost.
"You shouldn't be sleeping next to me." She said.
"There's only one bed in here, and believe it or not I'd rather sleep in a bed than anywhere else."
