13. Blanket
By Alasse Fefalas
"Dammit, Jane," Lisbon murmured sleepily, her eyes refusing to open. "Stop stealing the blanket."
"But it's cold," Jane whined behind her, wrapping himself deeper into the blanket.
"I'm cold," Lisbon mumbled, pulling on the edge of the blanket to cover her exposed legs, shivering when a cold breeze went through the room.
"Sorry," Jane said, releasing his grip on the warm quilt.
Lisbon heard the bed creak slightly as Jane covered her with the blanket. A sudden warmth engulfed her as she felt his hand around her middle and his leg over hers.
"Better?" he whispered.
"Much."
