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“Wonder if it’s still snowing.”
He felt her shiver again. “Guess we’ll find out in the morning. It’ll take a little while before that fire warms the cabin back up.”
“The extra blanket is helping. Don’t you want to share it?” she asked.
The two of them lay on their sides, facing each other. He could see her face, in shadows, now that the fire had begun to grow. He would have expected it to feel strange, lying in bed with her like this, but instead it felt comfortable, even nice. “I’m warm enough like this. I work on ice, so I’ve built up a pretty high tolerance for cold.”
“Must be nice. Meanwhile, I could give Olaf and Frosty a run for their money, temperature-wise,” she said, as he watched her trying to burrow deeper under the duvet.
He reached out, then cursed as he took her hands in his. “Damn. You’re not kidding. Your hands are freezing.” He began to rub them briskly, trying to help warm them up.
“Yeah. I’m definitely wearing socks to bed tomorrow night. I’d go get a pair, but I’m pretty sure I live in this bed now. There’s no way I’m getting out from under these blankets. Ever.”
He closed his hands around hers, shifting slightly closer. “Slide your feet over here. Put them under my legs.”
She shook her head. “No, I couldn’t do that to you. Seriously. Blocks of ice would be warmer.”
He released one of her hands to reach down and tug her knee, pulling her leg up so that he could grasp her foot.
“Jesus, Freckles. We’re talking frostbite levels. Where are the socks? I’ll go get them.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s already getting warmer in here.”
Elio glanced toward the nightstand. According to the clock, it was four a.m. “Roll over and face away from me.”
“Why?”
He grinned. “Just do it.”
She turned to face the wall, and again, he noticed how slim she was. No wonder she was cold. The woman had zero body fat insulating her.
She jerked slightly when he gripped her waist and pulled her back to his chest.
“We can share body heat until you’re warm again.”
“Oh. Is that what you’re calling this? I thought you were going to wait for an invitation,” she joked, though she wasn’t pulling away. There was no denying the tiredness in her voice. If she were a little more awake, he wondered if she’d put up a bit more resistance. She’d been nervous about crawling into bed with him in the first place.
“That invitation was in regard to your side of the bed. Technically, we’re both still on our own sides. We’re just meeting in the middle.” He’d been amused when they’d first gotten into bed last night. Gianna had clung to the very edge of the mattress, and he’d been worried she might fall out of the bed.
Sometime during the night, she’d moved closer and closer to him, which was why her shivering woke him up.
She settled in, sighing heavily. “I’d argue with you, but you’re so freaking warm.”
He chuckled, then went for broke, wrapping his arm tightly around her middle. She sank even deeper into the embrace. Her blonde hair tickled his nose, but he enjoyed the smell of her citrus shampoo.
Gianna moved her feet until they rested on his—they were fucking freezing—yet he let her do it, giving her another way to steal whatever warmth she could from him.
He sure as hell didn’t mind. She felt good in his arms.
They fell silent, and it was only a few minutes more before her breathing slowed and he could tell she’d fallen back to sleep. He listened to the soft, easy sound and let it lure him back to dreamland as well.
* * *
The next time Elio opened his eyes, he knew exactly where he was and who he was with. The cabin was much brighter, though it wasn’t because of sun but rather snow. The world outside the window was awash in vivid white, everything buried under mounds of snow. It was still falling, though not as hard as the previous night.
The cabin was much warmer now. Actually, it was bordering on hot. Thanks to the fire and Gianna. She’d rolled over at some point, draping herself over half his body, his own personal hot water bottle. Her head rested on his shoulder, her arm wrapped around his waist, and one of her legs was lying across both of his.
His body responded to the embrace in ways that would most likely make her uncomfortable if she were awake. His cock was rock hard, tenting his lounge pants in an obvious way.
