My mind processed what he was saying — not to mention the sheer volume of words he’d actually spoken. My body, on the other hand, was more concerned with the fact his chest was pressed into my back. Being tossed around wasn’t something I was used to, but I was too awed by him to be pissed, not to mention warm. His hands felt like fire on my skin and after days of living with a perpetual chill, it was a twisted form of relief.
