The freezer-cold breeze from the window had woken him up hours ago. She had forgotten to close the window and had left it pushed up as far as it could, a large unblinking eye in the shadowed room.
He didn't like this, waiting here--in her bed, huddled under the blankets and shivering from the residual chill. He felt like a sailor's wife, waiting for her husband to come back from sea.
Words from some old poem rose, unbidden:
'I would not have lain, cold, in my lonely bed,
As I seek to cheat the endless night.'
He snorted. Just call him Penelope.
The quote Riley misquotes is from Ovid's Heroides.