"It's getting colder."
He smiled at her and tossed another stick into the fire. "You're always cold."
She sighed in slight exasperation. "It's not my fault you're a polar bear."
He smiled again, adding more fuel to the small campfire. The stars twinkled above them, somehow clearer in the cold air. The crackling of the fire seemed to find a harmony with the low tone of a distant wind in the trees. Somewhere, a small creature skittered through dead leaves, an owl hooted at the noise.
The others would be back soon enough, having gone back into town for a few things they'd forgotten to pack. They had a precious hour or so together, a moment of privacy so hard to capture in the modern world of cell phones, e-mail, and commuting.
He sat down next to her, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, weariness written on her features. She stifled a yawn, and snuggled against his shoulder a little more, embracing his warmth and companionship.
He looked down at her, inhaling the scent of her ha