“Are you under the impression that I’m a cuddler?” Damiano said. He sounded a mix of coldly amused and irritated. “No,” Jordan said, squirming closer and throwing an arm around him. “But I don’t care. I have no intention of getting pneumonia and dying before we’re rescued. So suck it up. This is the smart thing to do. You know I’m right. Getting a cold would only make you weaker on top of those nasty bruises you’re sporting.” “You’re extremely aggravating.” “I’ll take that as a compliment, coming from you.”
