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Booker shivers as he finishes toweling off.
“Nile, have you seen my new hoodie?” he calls.
He’d thought he left it on the chair in their bedroom. It won’t be any great suffering to go out into the living room and look for it in just sleep pants and a tshirt, but it’s chilly, and he’d been looking forward to throwing it on immediately for maximum coziness. That’s why Nile got it for him after all.
Gift-giving is yet another of her many talents. God does he love her.
He’s slipping a tshirt over his head when Nile answers.
“Looking for this?”
He tugs the shirt down over his face and oh what a sight he finds: Nile, leaning against the door jamb with a sly little smile. Wearing his new “Not Today, Santa” hoodie and not a damn thing else.
“Hanukkah was over a few hours ago,” she says, “but the spirit endures.”
“Is that right?” he says, trying to sound smooth, but he knows he’s staring. He knows she knows how she affects him.
“Did you have plans for the evening, or…”
If he did have anything in mind, it’s vanished now. All he can see is her. Still standing in the doorway with those long, long legs of hers. Smirking at him like she’s waiting to see what he’ll do.
The shirt that he’d left hanging awkwardly around his neck, too distracted by Nile to remember to tug it the rest of the way down, might as well come right back off now. He deposits it on the chair where he imagines his new hoodie will soon join it.
It’s still chilly, but it’s more than worth taking his time stalking across the room for the way Nile watches him do it.
Nile’s beautiful laugh turns into a moan as he scoops her up and carries her to their bed. “Keep me warm?” he murmurs.
Spoiler alert: she does.