Andre groaned, the sound escaping his lips like a wounded animal, and his complexion drained of color, becoming ghostly pale in an instant.
He cast a glance toward the woman beside him, but her expression remained innocently unchanged. He was silent for a moment. Finally, resigned to his suffering and aware that her actions were unintentional, he steeled himself and endured the pain in silence. After all, it was an unintended act. Soon, he learned that enduring the pain once was useless.
This person liked to move around while she was asleep, her body twisting and turning beneath the covers; she also enjoyed kicking the quilt from time to time with little regard for the chill that might follow. Every so often, her arms would rise, flailing slightly as if she were swatting away unseen nuisances in her slumber.
