Anna spun and pulled me after her, down the passage and into my room. "Open the door. I want to hear the ocean," she whispered.
"It will be cold."
"I have someone to keep me warm." She pulled back the blankets on my bed and sat down; I could see dim reflection of the outside light glint on her eyes as I pushed the door open and wedged it with an old chair. She reached out, took my hand as I approached her, and lay back, pulling me down next to her.
"Cover us up," she breathed. She settled herself against my chest, and breathed out happily as I pulled the blankets up over us.
"God, you feel amazing."
She sighed. "Thanks. So do you, to be fair. You're so nice and warm."
"You're so nice and firm. I love the feeling of your breasts against me; of your stomach muscles against me. God, Ann
