Compilation Of Short Stories
Frost was already beginning to form again on the walls around them.
Eventually, he shifted his weight, rolling onto his side and taking her with him, keeping her nestled against the solid warmth of his body. He nuzzled her hair, his breathing deep and even. Outside, through a fissure in the cave wall, the first light of dawn was tinting the sky a pale grey.
“The sun comes,” he murmured, his voice thick with drowsiness and satiation. “The ice will call me back soon.”
Autumn turned in his arms, looking up at his face. The feral light in his eyes was softening, replaced by a deep, profound tenderness. “For how long?”