“Oh God that is cold!” Jack squeaked since, unlike Katelynn, he wasn’t wearing a jumper or a jacket. He was in a shirt and jeans. He shivered and backed away, patting at the cold snow clinging to his chest. “Eeeeeeeeeee..”
She moved forward and wrapped her arms around him, laughter dying down to giggles, holding him close. “Don’t worry, I’m kind..I’ll go ahead and keep you warm.”
She could feel the cold against herself despite wearing her jacket but she kissed his jaw. “And now it just seems I won too since I have you in my clutches.”
“My hands are really cold too.” Jack pointed out, and held them up. They were purple; he wasn’t wearing gloves like her, after all, and had been handling cold snow in them.
Jack Maple 