Epilogue
Three years later
I wake up from cold feet sliding along my calves, nestling between my legs to steal my heat, an arm around my waist, and a nose pressed against my clavicle. My arms wrap around him of their own volition, and I pull him close. I move my legs, almost like I’m riding a bicycle, to rub warmth into the blocks of ice at the end of his legs. He’s been up then.
“Fire went out again?” I croak.
“Yes. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
I snort. “I’ll dump a bag of ice on you and see if you can sleep through it.” I stroke my palms along his back, hoping it’ll help warm him faster. “Besides, the guy’ll be here to connect the central heating tomorrow, so your torture will be over soon.”
David huffs. “It’s hardly torture to have you wrapped around me, warming me up.”
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