CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

“You’re freezing,” she said softly.

“I’ll warm up, don’t worry.” He said, dismissing his well being like it didn’t matter once again.

“Oh, please. It’s almost as cold in here as it is out there.” She said.

Cold and getting colder. Her nose felt like a small slab of ice. She gathered her feet underneath her and wrapped the blankets tighter. It had been a little chilly, even that morning, so she’d worn lacy tights, though she’d been tempted to go without them. Now, she was very grateful for at least that one good choice she’d made in a day and evening of really bad ones.

He...