His body continues to shake, and so I climb onto his lap. He wastes no time wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing me tight to him. Matt would never let me sit on his lap. But Aiden? He's holding me so close, it's like he enjoys having me close. The thought he might sends a thrill up my spine.
"Getting warm?" I whisper against his neck.
He nods and runs his hands up my back. "Thank you." He makes no move to release me, though, and I don't complain. Being wrapped in his embrace makes it easy to forget where I am and how much trouble we're all in - unlike what happened with Matt after that fateful party.
We sit like that for a while, neither of us speaking. I turn my head enough to stare out at the ocean, waiting for a boat to appear on the horizon or to hear a plane overhead, but other than the sound of the fire crackling and the waves crashing, everything is silent. Does anyone even know we've crashed? Surely, they must.