“So, I’m sort of freezing out here,” I told him, gesturing around us. “Shit, yeah,” he muttered, reaching for the hem of his hoodie, only to realize that this was one of the rare occasions when he wasn’t wearing one. “Do you have a coat?” he asked, pulling me in close and splaying his big hand across my bare back. “No, but I don’t need one,” I replied, just about done with all of the heavy. “Because I have an unlimited supply of free alcohol to warm my belly and this asshole guy I’m sort of in love with to warm everywhere else.” He smirked. “Is that so?” “Uh-huh. Come on, Tony Soprano.”
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