Her hand slowly drifts out and before she realizes it, she places it gently on his cheek, cupping his warm skin. When he draws in a deep breath and his eyes open; she doesn't remove her hand.

He looks deep into her eyes, his brows crinkled, "It has not stopped raining yet."

"No, it hasn't," she says; hesitantly she withdraws her hand, "I am sorry, I—I didn't mean to wake you."

Silently, he watches her, his eyes studying her face. She doesn't look away, but instead is caught up in his features when his soft voice jars her, "Come closer to me."

Her eyes wide, her voice is a shocked...