Finn could feel the outline of Rowan's warm body behind him on the small bed.
What was he thinking choosing to stay here tonight? There was no way he would sleep with Rowan's presence behind him watching like a hungry lion.
He swallowed quietly, clutching his shirt in his hands as he curled himself further.
"Are you cold?" Rowan asked very quietly.
Finn froze.
He never expected Rowan to speak to him again. This was all so very awkward and heart-throbbing.
"Um..." he murmured, unable to form proper words.
"I'm sorry, I don't know where Soren puts the blankets," Rowan said softly.
Finn gasped as Rowan's firm arm gently slid across his middle, pulling him in so carefully so he doesn't hurt his wound.
"But I can keep you warm. Alright?" Rowan murmured right behind Finn's neck.
