“You’re a moron, you know that, right?” I march over to him and yank his shirt up off his body. It catches on his head and he grunts out in pain. He’s so cold, his muscles are visibly trembling.
“See,” he whispers madly, “you want my body.”
“Maybe I should tape your mouth shut?”
“Kinky freak,” he mumbles.
I manage to fight his pants down his legs, but he removes his boxers on his own and flings them at me. My hands fly up to cover my eyes, but they’re not quick enough to block out the gorgeous view of Vaughn Montgomery in all his naked glory.Oh, I hope he remembers this in the morning. I pull down the covers of the bed and pretend his nakedness doesn’t faze me. “I don’t remember inviting you in here. I just told you to go sleep in the other bedroom.”
I slip under the blankets, and under the cover of them, I slide off my wet bra and panties.
Vaughn flicks off the light and climbs into the bed next to me. I’m too exhausted and emotionally overwhelmed to fight with him about it—I’ll deal with it all later, when it’s warmer, and my body stops shivering. His body is instantly up against mine, his arms wrapping around me. “Uh—” he breathes, when he realizes I’m just as undressed as he is, “so it is still that easy to get you naked.”
“Shut your face, or I’ll drag you back outside and leave you there.”
He snuggles in closer, his bare chest against my back, his body folding around mine. My eyelids are so heavy, it’s as if the weight of the world was suddenly pulling at them. Slowly, my body starts to thaw, melting piece by piece.
“You know I remember what it was like to be inside you,” Vaughn mumbles sleepily. “Do you remember? Or have there been so many others after me, you don’t remember your first?”
He doesn’t seem to notice the tears that fall from my eyes and land on his arm.
