When he was in elementary school, he liked to stay in his sister's room and watch her do her homework.
The room was very cold in winter, so he curled up under her quilt, with only his small head exposed. He would lower his head and recite ancient poems, and then look up at her.
The light from the electric heater was orange, making her cheeks turn the same color.
More than once, he wanted to kiss that warmth.