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When Fallon comes close, I stand, offering her my hand. She takes it, then steps up, and I pull with a little too much force, causing her to crash into me.
“Sorry,” I say, our faces mere inches apart.
She’s breathless.
As she sits, I grab the blanket and place it on her legs.
Her mouth falls open. “Oh my God. It’s so warm.”
“Couldn’t have you freezing out here.” I settle down beside her. “Having portable battery tanks has been a game changer.”
She glances back at it and smiles. “Thank you. This is already perfect.”
As people start to crowd around the horses, I take that as my cue to leave. “You ready?”
She nods with enthusiasm as I guide the horses behind the gift shop and away from the people.
Once we’re on the trail, I hand her a thermos. “Hot cocoa. And be careful. It’sveryhot.”
She unscrews the top with her gloved hand and steam rises from inside. “Mm. Smells amazing.”
Reaching down, I pick up and hand her the bottle of Irish liquor. “In case you’d like to add some spice.”
Her brow pops up. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Fallon pours several shots inside, then takes a sip. When she moans, I silently convince my cock to calm down.
“It’s the perfect temperature now.” She looks down at my thermos. “Want me to add some to yours?”
“Sure.”
Fallon pours it until the liquid touches the top.
“You tryin’ to get me drunk?” I tease.
“Would it be the worst thing to happen?”
“Considering I’m the only one of us who knows how to get us back to the barn…”
“Okay, you actually have a point there. I’ll trade you since I had a heavy hand.” She drinks mine and laughs.
Fallon's eyes trail over our surroundings, and she relaxes.
“Where are you taking me? To your murder cabin?” She snorts.
“Yep.” I laugh.
She bumps her body into mine but doesn’t pull away. I welcome the closeness.
“I thought I’d take you to one of my favorite spots to visit during the winter.”
“Oh, awesome.”
“Can’t wait for you to see it.” We climb up a hill, then race down the other side.
Fallon shivers, so I pull the blanket up higher around her shoulders and rest my arm around her. “For more warmth,” I whisper in a hushed tone.
“You’re my own personal human heater,” she says, and I give her a smirk, wishing that were still true. She hasn’t been in my bed since we crossed the line.
