I walked to the covered porch. Rafe was on the futon, still dressed, no blankets...

I walked to the covered porch. Rafe was on the futon, still dressed, no blankets or pillow, sleeping with his head on his arm. It was chilly, with the cold night air seeming to blast through the window glass. I found a blanket folded by the wood-burning stove.
I went back to Rafe, unfolded the blanket, and crawled in beside him.
He woke as I was pulling the blanket up over us.
"Maya?"
I put my fingers to my lips and lay down. When I opened my mouth, he put his hand over it and waved at himself, reminding me that he was still wired. Then he leaned to my ear again, his voice so low I'd never have heard it without skin-walker hearing.
"I have to sleep with my clothes on. But I know why you're here. Daniel."
"I--"
He covered my mouth again and whispered in my ear. "You need to tell him. I was hoping you wouldn't…"
He trailed off, but stayed by my ear, so I couldn't see his expression. I knew what I'd see if I did, though. Disappointment. Hurt.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered.
He hugged me. A tight hug. Fierce. Then his lips went to my ear again. "Don't be."
I tried to look away, but he caught my chin and kissed me and it was such a sweet kiss, and I felt so guilty, like I'd betrayed him, and my throat seized up and tears trickled down my cheeks, onto his.