It’s not like the others haven’t ended up huddling in each other’s bunks for warmth on the harsher nights; winter in the stalag is brutal, and any reservations fly out the window pretty fast when you start to lose feeling in your extremities. And Gale can feel the cold down to his bones even beneath the blankets, so he thinks maybe the added warmth wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“Fine,” he grumbles, jabbing an elbow back. “Get up.”
Adult, set in the Stalag. Just a lovely first time in the dark. Gale POV.