She nestled against a body that smelled like warmth. Like the sun no simulated sky or heater could emulate.

Soft skin. The mischievous curve of lips. Fervent fingers, traveling over burning ear tips, her jaw, tilted chin. The hollow of her neck, where even her pulse yearns to meet the hand so reverently stopped there, each beat longing to jump from her body.

She closed her eyes and saw the red-hot sun.