They had slept for so long, but it felt like only minutes. She was suddenly aware of the naked form behind her—the hot muscles, the warm, sleep-addled voice, and the hardness of him pressed against her backside. Rua jolted up, wrapping the blanket around her as she clambered to a stand. Renwick draped the other blanket around his waist, rapidly coming to his senses from his sleepy stupor. The fire still burned. He must have fed it all night while Rua slept.
