She always had cold toes, and cold fingers that shocked his warm skin as they traveled across his body and found the best place to rest, to burrow and keep warm, the nape of his neck, or the small of his back. When he grumbled she laughed and told him he was her bed warmer, her hot water bag.
Often he would fall asleep while holding her hand, or a lock of her hair. She had to be careful then not to startle him, in case he pulled out her hair, or pulled her off the bed. She never told him about this habit of his; it was her secret.
She liked to fall asleep with her head resting on his chest, so she could listen to his heart beat as she drifted off. He sometimes complained that her hair tickled him, and got up his nose, but he never actually asked her to stop.
He didn't want to stop.