Xavier turned to find Naomi already on the bed, propped up on one elbow. She'd shed her robe completely, leaving only the thin nightgown. The candlelight played across her face, casting half of it in shadow while illuminating the curve of her cheek, the hollow of her throat, the outline of her body beneath the fabric.
"It's freezing in here," Xavier said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"I noticed," Naomi replied, her eyes tracking his fingers as they worked down his chest. "Nessa doesn't seem to own many blankets, but the bed's warm enough once you're in it."
Xavier pulled his shirt off, the cold air immediately raising goosebumps across his skin. He rolled his shoulders, adjusting to the temperature. The body he inhabited was different from his own—leaner, though still well-muscled. He wondered what the original owner had done for a living.
"See something you like?" he asked, catching Naomi's stare.
