My hands were cold,* but not for long. They wouldn’t be for long. She turned a corner and I followed, but could I control myself long enough.
Oh God.
I could feel myself hardening just watching her before me. Watching her my love, the way she shook out her curls letting the snow flakes tumble in clumps falling sporadically... some melting while others settled on her shoulders and some still falling from her grace to the ground.
The way she ran her hands over her upper arms to keep them warm maddened me!
I could see each goose bump that grazed her palms and each small shiver that happened in spasms as she quickened her pace.
I will warm you. I broke out in a smile. The winds beat against my teeth numbing them, but they would be warm *soon enough.