Air Mattress pt.2 "He"

Part two

He

She lays there quietly, without a sound.
I'm sure she'll be getting up soon. She's been rolling around on that air mattress for hours. I almost feel bad taking the bed, but she insisted.
Come to think of it, that was a really nice gesture.
I really like her, I do.
I thought it was just my pants talking me into this mess, but I'm really beginning to see her. As a-
Wait.
Hold on.
Did she just call my name?
Sh sh sh...
Yes there it is again.
I ask her what she needs.
She explains to me in a jumbled up language of hers that she is cold down there on the air mattress and was wondering if I would be uncomfortable with her sleeping in the same bed.
Oooh.
This.
This is a tough one.
I should be a gentleman. I should let her up on the bed so she can be comfortable and warm. I also must consider the fact that if I don't let her up here, then she will blame me for the rest of her life for giving her boarder line frost bite. She'll never let it go.
After much consideration, I decide to let her up.
I will control myself.
You are a sir.
You are. A sir. Sir.
OW!
Oh that was her foot...wow she really is cold. I tell her not to worry about her chilly feet touching my leg, that it's alright.
Wow.
She's really shivering.
Uugghhhh...I'm gonna do it.
Gonna do it.
Gonna tell her.
Oh god here we go.
I tell her to come closer.
I hear silence, most likely a confused silence.
Before she even opens her mouth again, I pull her tiny waist close to me, against my chest, holding her tight to warm her up.
As I do this, she gasps. Of delight? Of confusion? Of disgust? Of thankfulness? I have no clue, interpreting women isn't my day job.
I hold her tightly for a while, slowly loosening my hold on her.
She asks me it.
She asks me the thing.
She asks me the thing I knew she would.
Feelings.
Oh god she's asking me about my feelings towards her no no no no no.
No.
What are you doing?
Self, don't you do this we talked about this and I'm kissing her.
F**k.
Aaaaaand still kissing her.
What the hell are you doing?! We talked about this!
Okay good, we've both pulled away.
She asks me, still stunned, why I never said anything sooner.
And to be honest I don't really know the answer to that question.
So I tell her.
I say I'm not really sure why.
We lay back down, me protecting her with my warmth, her nesting perfectly in my arms.
I'm not sure what this feeling is...but it's not from my pants. At least not most of it.
I'm not sure, and that's fine by me.
She breathes slowly. She's calm now.
I breathe slowly. I'm calmer than I was before.
We lay there quietly, without a sound.