Chapter Four: The Wolves Come Out To Play Richard insisted they redress before curling next to each other on the makeshift bed to sleep, but Phillipa found herself reluctant to comply. She wanted to lay next to him without any layers between them to feel his body against hers the coarse hair on his chest and legs, his rigid muscles, and the calluses on his hands from using a sword. But she did as he asked. He assured her there was no possibility they might be discovered by the others. Their location was quite secluded, which she was quite grateful for considering the amount of noise she’d been making earlier. The night had grown colder, and though the thickness of the trees shielded them from the wind, there was no escaping Mother Nature herself. Phillipa had never slept next to a man before, and found the situation quite pleasant. Her back was nestled against him and his arm was thrown over her waist. She barely needed the blanket he’d pulled over them as his body was like a furnace.
