as he stood by the bed , surreal became aware of the cold , unrelenting anger coiling around her ... and a soft , controlled breeze , a spring wind still edged with winter , running over her body , caressing her br**sts , her belly , riffling the black hair between her legs before splitting to run along the inside of her thighs , circling her feet , traveling up the outside of her thighs , past her ribs to circle around her neck and begin again .