I wake in Ethan's arms. The warmth of his body and the sound of his breath as he sleeps mesmerises me. His face nuzzles against the crook of my neck, leaving the vapour of his gentle breath on my skin. He looks even more beautiful at rest - his features calm, his soft blond hair ruffled by sleep.
As he stirs, the realization of where he is dawns on him and a smile unfolds across his face. “Hi, sweetie.” I lean forward and kiss him. He grabs me and twists me onto my back, pinning my arms to the bunk. Resting his naked torso on top of mine, he presses his lips to my mouth – a deep, passionate kiss promising much more.
I trace my fingers up his spine to the nape of his neck where I play with his hair, entwining it through my fingers, playfully tugging and pulling. He leans up on his elbow and looks into my eyes. “Not now.” He kisses me again to quieten my protests, disappointment registering on my face.
“When we're alone. When it's right. Now isn't.”
I hear morning sounds from the shelter – cell doors sliding open, the clatter of metal forks on metal plates, and a burst of laughter from one of the dwellers. The moment has gone.