Without warning, Kalix flipped her onto the bed and hovered over her, caging her between his arms. His body blanketed hers, firm yet careful.
"What was that for?" Winter asked, startled by the sudden shift. Her breath hitched at his closeness, her heart thudding beneath his weight.
Kalix leaned down, his lips brushing her temple as he murmured, "No more thinking. You've done enough of that for tonight."
Winter blinked up at him, half-annoyed, half-amused. "And you think I can sleep when you're literally squeezing the life out of me?"
Kalix chuckled under his breath and immediately loosened his hold, allowing her to adjust in his arms. "Better?" he asked.
"A little," she muttered, snuggling closer despite her words.
Silence fell between them, a calm after the storm. Then softly, Winter whispered, "I'm sorry for worrying you."
