Micha listened to the crashing waves and crickets through darkness. A silver line of light illuminated from the moon. His arms and cheeks were cold to the touch. His hair ruffled from the tossing he endured from the crash and salt water. Micha scooted closer to Stevie wrapping an arm around her back. Though he wasn't terribly cold, he thought he should offer whatever warmth he could to Stevie.