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Filming a scene in the Alps had sounded like fun—until they arrived. Ringo cursed as he stood up from tripping in the snow, the cold seeping through his coat.
John helped wipe the snow from his back, his hand accidentally brushing Ringo’s neck. “You’re warm,” Ringo gasped, grabbing John’s hands to warm his own.
“If you think that’s warm, try this,” John said as he wrapped his arms around Ringo.
Ringo exhaled in relief, but Paul rolled his eyes. “Really?”
“Looks good to me,” George shrugged, hugging Ringo from the other side.
Paul frowned. “Well, if everyone else is…”