Anaya gulped and turned her head to look up. She stared at the white canopy for a while until she was distracted by his snore. The duvet had slipped from his face and rested on this chest. Cautiously, Anaya moved her hand and placed her palm over his. His hand twitched but he doesn't wake up. Then, she wrapped her fingers around his palm, clasping it gently. Her eyes on him. He snorted and then turned to face the other side. Anaya shifted and slowly moved her arm under his arm and wrapped her arm around his waist. He stiffened as she rested her head against his back.

'What are you doing?' He asked nervously.

She smiled, - 'you said if I feel cold then I should hug you.' She responded. Maaz gulped, he kept staring wide-eyed at the lamp post next to the bed.

'Your hug is doing funny things to me.' He confessed. Anaya bit her lips, her cheeks heated up.

'That is your problem.' She whispered. Maaz inhaled sharply and she could feel her heart skip a beat. Slowly, he moved his hand, placed his palm over hers and caressed the back of her palm. She found her breath getting hitched in her throat. He drew circles with his finger, and she could feel goosebumps. Anaya inhaled deeply and shifted closer. Maaz could feel his heart in his throat as he felt her soft body pressed against his. This was getting too heated up. Anaya slid her palm over his chest and held him tighter. Suddenly, she felt warm from inside. The heat level between them increased.