He moved his hands down to her shoulders, rubbing them, sliding down to her arms until her hands connected with his. She looked down, unable to look him in the eye. He reached out and touched her stomach, nestling his hands on her belly through the soft cotton sweater. "I feel like that moth that got stuck with us in the shower that night", he said. She looked up at him and whispered, "Those things just want to be in the light a bit too much." The held each other tightly, both of them needing to feel the warmth of the other's body in the unseasonable coolness. They kissed as the starlight shined down on them.
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