The sound of his voice made her open her eyes, one of her hands lifting to be pressed against her stomach, almost as though she were trying to stop herself from feeling what she was feeling. There was a warmth in her belly that made it hard to notice just how cold it actually was, and him placing his hand on the small of her back did nothing but make that feeling spread through the rest of her body. It was such a simple gesture, and yet there was something so intimate about it...
This masked stranger was impairing her judgment, and fighting against her instincts was becoming a challenge.
She turned her head in order to look at him. While the outside temperature might have been low, his certainly was not - with his hand on her back, and their proximity so close, he was radiating heat, making her cheeks turn pink as she once again flushed. It wasn't because she was embarrassed, and she certainly wasn't shy; it was because he was making it very difficult for her to not be tempted.
"I barely noticed." She managed, though she seemed distracted. She was more focused on the feeling of his hand on her back and the smell of his cologne than she was the cold. "I may not have to be out here, but you probably shouldn't be. I'm beginning to think you may enjoy causing trouble, much like the phantom you're trying to emulate."
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