Chris, the menace

Suzy scrunched her nose feeling the chill and curled up like a foetus to ward off the coldness.

It was uncomfortable for her, so she went for cushions to cover herself. Feeling a little weight, and brief relief, she drifted back to her la-la land.

But she still woke up in between just to change her position to feel better.

Chris, who was the menace for the time being, was witnessing all her discomforts with pleasure.

After a while when satisfied, he realised that his woman was too stubborn, and would not ask for help. Worried that she would catch a cold so he went ahead and brought her back.

Tucking her in carefully, he made sure to rest her sprained foot on a cushion.

The turmoil and suffocation he felt earlier vanished. His heart felt peaceful. He checked her even and smooth breathing, once confident, he slid down beside her.