“A bit but I, I’m going to go back inside. My jeans are soaking w-wet from the snow…” he admits, looking down at himself. “A-and I really rather not catch cold.”
“Okay,” she replied, staying close to him to keep him warm. “Sorry by the way. I guess I went too far.”
She blushed, opening the door and rushing off to get him a blanket, draping it over him. “Change out of your clothes and I’ll make you some hot chocolate?”
“Any reason t-to get me o-out of my c-clothes, huh?” he asked with a small smile as he worked his shoes off and began unbuttoning his wet jeans and tugging them down his legs.
Jack Maple 