I tightened my arms around her, closing my eyes as I kissed her hair. We stayed close like that for a while.
No, it was longer than I'd thought. I started to think that I'd been holding her for an hour.
I looked down at Cassie again. Her eyes were open. She leaned her head against my chest, her lips touching my skin.
"Feel better?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.
She nodded quietly.
"Still feeling cold?" I asked again.
She shook her head and whispered, "No."
Now, I felt even more relieved. Cassie closed her eyes and sighed, hugging me back, which meant that her hands, which were previously lying against my chest, were now on my back.
Which also meant that herfucking breastswere now pressed against my chest.
Wrong move.
What was once survival 101 would soon turn into torture for me. I swallowed, reluctantly detaching myself from her. I sat on theedge of the bed, turning away from her.
I felt Cassie moving behind me, sitting up too.
"I guess you're alright now." I stared at the floor. Stared at anything else but her while trying to distract my mind from thinking about something stupid.Shit.
I decided to go to the closet to lend her some clothes—a t-shirt, perhaps—because she definitely couldn't wear her damp clothes yet.
While I was browsing through the t-shirts inside the closet, I couldn't help but scold her again. "Don't you ever do that again. You didn't have to return the coat if you couldn't. You made me fucking worried."
I didn't hear anything in response, and when I turned around, a smile tugged at Cassie's lips. Her eyes softened.
"Come on," she said. "In the end, I did return the coat safely. Don't you think that I deserve a reward and not a scolding?" Her eyebrow rose.
She stood up from the bed, and that movement gave me a goddamn view of her perfect body, head to toe. My breath caught in my throat. The t-shirt I was holding fell from my hand.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.
Did she not realize what she was doing to me now?
To my surprise, she approached me, still smiling.
"Reward?" I asked.
She nodded innocently, her hands clasped at her back. "Yup."
"What kind of reward?"
She shrugged. "I don't know." When I looked at her with wonder, she added, "Perhaps, a kiss?"
My mind went blank. Was this the shy girl who had blushed when I'd flicked her forehead or ruffled her hair? Why did she suddenly become such a tease?
But then, who was I to say? It was me who had hugged her in my arms after stripping both of us naked.
I scoffed. "A kiss?"
She nodded.
"Where?" I teased her back, my voice low, and I felt her stiffen as I leaned closer to her. "On your forehead? Cheek? Or lips?"
