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"Michael," she said in a dreamy, contented voice. "Where did you get these extra blankets?"
"They were on the sofa."
Maddy opened her eyes. "But those were for you. You'll never be able to keep warm with just a sheet."
"I'll be okay, Maddy," he said, teeth chattering. Just get some sleep."
"Listen to you, you're freezing to death. I'll never be able to sleep knowing I took your blankets." She sighed. "Get in the bed, Michael. Hurry, before you catch pneumonia."
He stared at her, slack-jawed, wondering if he'd heard right. "What did you say?"
She pulled the covers aside. "Get in. We'll have to sleep close so we can share our body heat." When he simply stood there, she gave an impatient huff. "Don't just stand there looking at me as though I've grown horns. We're talking survival here."
Michael nodded dumbly and climbed into bed, burrowing beneath the blankets. She turned her back to him and scooted close so they were lying spoon fashion. As he lay there, pressed against her softess, enveloped in her scent, only one coherent thought entered his mind.