the well written - a.s. byatt

They took to silence. They touched each other without comment
and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm,
resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on
a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by
side...He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her
pale elegant phrase.

- A.S. Byatt, Possession

By Higinia Garay