Skin Contact

I looked down at my hands, unsure what all this meant.

The so-called God that had spoken to me when I was supposed to die seemed eccentric, and he had been extremely vague. That added with the blackout, my healing, and this strange system that did it was enough to make my brain explode.

This whole situation was like something that could only be possible in a fantasy setting of a light novel, but I was sitting on my bed. On top of that, a pretty girl who was lost and stranded would sleep in my bed tonight.

I was more than alright with keeping her warm if that was what she wanted, but I wasn't the type to assume things. I also wasn't that big on making the first move because I wasn't really concerned with relationships.

The sound of the bathroom door opening and the dim light filling the room brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked over. Amy was standing in a towel, blushing, looking off to the side.

"I, umm, don't have any other clothes, so I don't want to sleep with them on. I, umm, hope that is fine," Amy asked nervously, and I nodded.

"Sure, I don't mind. In the morning, I will take you to get some clothes and work on figuring out how to get you back home," I said in a calm voice, pulling back the sheets of my bed, one of the few things I spent money on.

Amy turned to look at me, and her blush intensified.

"Why are you so calm?! I am saying that I am only wearing underwear under this towel, and you act like it's nothing!" Amy burst out, surprising me.

"Hmm? How should I act? I have slept in the same bed as a woman before, and I plan to strip down as well. We should have more skin contact to keep warm without heat, right?" I asked because I assumed this was obvious since she was the one that had made the choice.

Amy just stared at me.

"You are going to get colder if you don't get under the blankets. I am also starting to get drowsy as well. I guess getting hit by a truck must have taken a lot more out of me than I thought," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

The woman stared at me for a moment longer before she came over and crawled into my bed on the inside, close to the wall. I turned away, walked over to my single closet, and pulled out some extra blankets.

I had spares cause the baseboard heater didn't continually heat the room very well when it got cold. I turned back as the towel was tossed out from under the blanket, and Amy pulled the covers over her head.

This girl looked to be in her early twenties, but how she acted made her seem a lot younger. I was only twenty-four, but I wasn't the type to get flustered, but something was different.

I was able to keep my calm a lot better because I usually would have at least had a raised heartbeat at the sight of a girl in just a towel. Then my oblivious question wasn't really much better.

I sighed and threw the two blankets onto the bed, spreading them out, and then started to undress. The light was still on, so I looked at my chest and was surprised after my shirt was off.

"You look a lot different than I thought you would," Amy said as she peeked out of the blankets.

"Don't worry, I am just as surprised as you are. I work at a bookstore, and walking is my only form of exercise, so to see my body like this almost feels like there was a mistake somewhere," I said as I looked at my sculpted body.

I hadn't really gotten bigger from what I could tell, but my body looked to be in perfect form for my size. I had thought that I had gotten stronger and more robust, but this was much more than I expected.

"I don't think that you should complain. Getting hit by a truck and nearly dying only to get up like nothing happened with a brand new six-pack sounds like a pretty good deal to me!" Amy squeaked and then pulled the covers back over her head.

I couldn't help but smile at her comment, but that all in itself was a bit of reassurance. I was starting to get worried that I was turning into a robot without any emotions.

Stripped down to my underwear, I crawled into bed slowly for Amy's sake. The girl was the one that had made the suggestion, but she was the nervous one.

"Take a couple deep breaths. I am sorry if I sound dispassionate about sleeping in the same bed as you, but it is the most logical thing to do in our current situation. So, if it makes you feel better, think of sleeping close to me as something you are doing for your survival," I explained.

I listened as Amy did as I instructed, and I stayed on my side of the bed to wait for her.

"You can come closer to me now. Thank you for talking me through that. I feel much better now. You really know how to put a person's mind at ease," Amy told me, and I slid over beside her slowly.

She flinched slightly as I wrapped my arm around her but slowly relaxed as I slid my other arm under her pillow. The moment that my arms were around her, Amy slowly moved her body back into mine and then fully relaxed.

"Wow, your body is so warm! You are like a personal heater!" Amy said with excitement as she tried to press her body farther into mine, but she was already tight to me.

"Umm, do you think that you could stop wiggling your hips? Not that I don't enjoy it, but I might end up getting excited, and you might feel that, if you know what I mean," I said with a chuckle, trying to sound casual, but Amy froze stiff in my arms.