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“If you won’t let ive you the jacket,” I said, “at least let me cover you with it”

His teeth were chattering His hands were icicles I felt horrible

“It’s too small for us both,” he shivered

I pushed hith of our little ice cave Before he could say anything else, I lay down on top of him

“Then I’ you with myself”

I left the jacket open, so our bodies touched I transferred to his cold, hard torso It s

ucked, but only for a enerating some heat of our own

“Better?” I asked

He smiled “Much”

We were hip to hip, chest against chest Our faces were just inches apart

God, he’s beautiful

He really was High cheekbones A strong nose I loved the thickness of his hair, the bushiness of his brow The strong, masculine curve of his jaw…

His arainst his body Soainst him, like ere two halves of the same mold

“We’re gonna ht?”

Every exhale was a little puff of white sether as we talked, as we breathed, our lips practically brushing in the confined space