FOURTY

“A part of me is really enjoying this.” She said. “Being here with you… I wish we could get along more”

He wasn’t surprised. He was feeling the same way and thinking the same thing. It was this damn cold, and the fact that were smashed up against each other. Stuff like this messed with your brain.

But God in heaven, she felt good in his arms. And she smelled so good, like vanilla and jasmine flowers and something else, something that was only her.

“Rest.” He said. Determined to have some control over himself. This was his job and it was wrong if he touched her. It could...