“Are you cold?” He frowns at me. I only nod, afraid my voice would betray how I really feel about his proximity. He stands and shimmies off his jacket. “Here.” He gestures for me to scoot forward. I comply, jaw gaping as he slides the material over my shoulders. It smells like him—clean with a hint of spice. Without looking too obvious, I take a second sniff, allowing the scent of him to filter through my lungs.
