A scoff bursts from me as I put on a show of examining my designer outfit. I know I’m cold, but when Finn challenges me I just want to go off. He calls on every stubborn bone in my body. “What’s wrong, big guy? Don’t know fashion when you see it? It’s called style.” At my snarky tone, he grips me by my upper arms, leaning close enough to kiss me as he hisses, “Put some real goddamn clothes on before you freeze that perky little ass off in the snow, traitor.”
