You are the title to my longest chapter. Simba.

     The bed was cold, but it didn't really matter. She was sitting next to him, under the blanket, close enough to hear his heartbeat, but so far that his breath was lingering more on her hand than face. She had lied, saying that her hands were frozen. He seemed to believe her and chose to help her warm up. So there they were, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, her hands inside of it, touching his chest. She wanted to concentrate, but she couldn't. She was trying to figure out whether his heart was beating faster or just normally. On top of that, her cheeks were burning, she was shaking uncontrolably and it was not because of the temperature inside the room. "I want to kiss him. Oh, damn! What would his reaction be like?" she thought, staring longingly at his lips. "I want to get even closer, but I can tell he's keeping his distance. Maybe it's just brotherly love, just the need to protect me." the voice inside her head said, slightly crushing her hopes. "He's so warm, but his heart isn't beating any faster. Maybe he really doesn't like me or he's just good at controlling these things." she tried to tell herself, but it only made things worse. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even. She could only stare at his sleeping figure, unable to calm herself down. "He said he was tired. I shouldn't bother him, but I can't stop trembling." the girl worried again, heart pounding in her rib cage. 

     All she wanted was to move a little bit forward, close enough to wrap her arms around him and find shelter under his chin, give him a kiss on the lips, so long she could taste the cigarettes and the vodka, then fall asleep like that, maybe even sharing the same dreams. But she couldn't do that. They were more than strangers, but less than friends. They knew each other, but didn't know much about each other. She was slowly falling for him, his feelings were still a mystery. "It's fine. I'm ok. It doesn't matter what happens. I'm happy enough just staying like this. Though I can't touch him any further, I don't care. He looks peaceful. My hand is inside his shirt, I'm shaking like there's no tomorrow and staring at him. He's sleeping and everything seems alright. He seems alright. That's good enough for me.". And then she found peace too. Her heart calmed down and she could finally embrace his warmness. She stopped the tremors and closed her eyes, his image still floating in her head, his voice still tickling her ears, his heartbeat massaging her palms. Everything was fine. For real this time.