Ice could hang from the wooden ceiling. For when his hands cupped my hips, my entire body flooded with heat. He leaned close to rumble against my mouth, “Never thought I’d envy a town.” The whisper of his lips expelled a fractured breath from me. “Nor the fucking snow.” “And why would you?” I asked, lost to his harsh grip on my hips and how it contrasted with the barely-there gentleness of his kiss. “The wonder in your eyes.”
