Savior

His body was surprisingly soft and warm to the touch. My eyes fluttered close as I  savored the ticklish sensation ignited by the burning warmth of his skin pressed to my own. For the first time I became aware of the thin layer of the silk nightgown I wore, the thought sent my cheeks blushing into a reddish shade. Not that he would even notice what I'm wearing, it's dark, I assured myself. He carried me inside the house with surprising ease as though I weigh no more than a feather. We reached the foyer without creating as much sound. He could lightly move like a cat for a man having a large, muscular build.