As she did so, Peter saw the curls that clustered on her neck and caught the perfume of her hair.

It was penetrating and peculiar, but not distasteful, and it did all that it was meant to do.

He bent, and kissed the back of her neck, still marvelling at himself.
She straightened herself, smiling.

"That is better.

You aren't so cold as you pretended, cherie.