An excerpt from "Chrysalis"
Too tired from the days toil to do anything more to warm up and with nothing at hand to assist anyway, she curled into a tight ball and tried to keep the quivering of her bones to a minimum. She had never have imagined being this cold. Exhausted as she was, Ashley couldn’t sleep as she concentrated on keeping the chattering of her teeth quiet to not wake the others and draw unwanted attention.
Absorbed in her endeavour to be silent in her misery, covered in a flimsy, filthy blanket, she didn’t hear Tom come down the ladder. She started, straightening her legs almost banging them into the woodpile when she sensed him. She sat bolt upright when she recognized his silhouette in the dim light cast from the joints of the stove. Rather than come to her though, he approach the stove to add more wood to the fire.
She watched fixated in the near darkness, as he looked between her and the others on the other side of the small room. Tom moved his gaze up to the loft where similar sleep noises echoed off the rafters. Seeming to come to a decision, he quietly moved like a ghost up the ladder only to return just as silently with another holey blanket, which he laid down next to Ashley.
What’s he doing? She didn’t dare to turn around, startled when she felt his arm reach for her.
To her dismay, she didn’t resist when he slid one arm under her head, while the other went around her waist drawing himself parallel. He was solid and more importantly he was warm against her chilled body as he lay close. Her eyes widened with alarm, darting from side to side to see if anyone else was about. Everyone slept on. The length of him fitted snugly to her own body, his warmth premating hers. Her heart thudded and softened in recognition of his purpose. From the time they were children, he was the only person she had ever met who could communicate so much without uttering a word.
Ashley craned her head to look over her shoulder into his deep blue eyes, which appeared black to match the night. “Shush, don’t say a word” he whispered close to her ear so softly she had to strain to hear. “Just relax. You’re freezing.”
Lifting her head to look at him again just to be sure, she noted the determined set of his full mouth as he rolled so her back was laid flat against his chest. His open jacket found its way, with some silent manoeuvring both under her and over her shoulders as his strong arms wrapped around her, encircling her in his warmth. She felt so protected in his arms like she would never be cold or alone or scared again. With her head resting on his arm for a pillow, his head nestled above her own, her body filled quickly with all of the wonderful feelings he evoked. She was drained and finally warm. Without intent, she fell dreamily into sleep.
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Absorbed in her endeavour to be silent in her misery, covered in a flimsy, filthy blanket, she didn’t hear Tom come down the ladder. She started, straightening her legs almost banging them into the woodpile when she sensed him. She sat bolt upright when she recognized his silhouette in the dim light cast from the joints of the stove. Rather than come to her though, he approach the stove to add more wood to the fire.
She watched fixated in the near darkness, as he looked between her and the others on the other side of the small room. Tom moved his gaze up to the loft where similar sleep noises echoed off the rafters. Seeming to come to a decision, he quietly moved like a ghost up the ladder only to return just as silently with another holey blanket, which he laid down next to Ashley.
What’s he doing? She didn’t dare to turn around, startled when she felt his arm reach for her.
To her dismay, she didn’t resist when he slid one arm under her head, while the other went around her waist drawing himself parallel. He was solid and more importantly he was warm against her chilled body as he lay close. Her eyes widened with alarm, darting from side to side to see if anyone else was about. Everyone slept on. The length of him fitted snugly to her own body, his warmth premating hers. Her heart thudded and softened in recognition of his purpose. From the time they were children, he was the only person she had ever met who could communicate so much without uttering a word.
Ashley craned her head to look over her shoulder into his deep blue eyes, which appeared black to match the night. “Shush, don’t say a word” he whispered close to her ear so softly she had to strain to hear. “Just relax. You’re freezing.”
Lifting her head to look at him again just to be sure, she noted the determined set of his full mouth as he rolled so her back was laid flat against his chest. His open jacket found its way, with some silent manoeuvring both under her and over her shoulders as his strong arms wrapped around her, encircling her in his warmth. She felt so protected in his arms like she would never be cold or alone or scared again. With her head resting on his arm for a pillow, his head nestled above her own, her body filled quickly with all of the wonderful feelings he evoked. She was drained and finally warm. Without intent, she fell dreamily into sleep.
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