[Of course, she doesn't miss the sharpness of his breath. She's too close and too observant. And that also means she can't ignore the huskiness of his voice, how it resonates in her, and how his touch begins to leave invisible searing marks.

Amelia cannot ignore the question's underlying meaning; as Gale kisses her jawline and whispers into her ear, a color floods her cheeks, the tips of her ears, and down to her neck. But somehow she manages to maintain their breathy rapport.]

It wouldn't be the first time... Nn.

[There's no mistaking that enticing sound as much as she tries to suppress it. If he pulls back to look, her green eyes filled with that lovely haze that emerged back at the ball.]

... Gale? It's still cold, you know.

[Amelia slowly starts to sit up so that whatever happens next they aren't lying down.]

Would it be so bad? If it was a little warmer?