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Goosebumps ran across your skin, causing you to hug your legs to your chest as you tried to focus on the book held in your hands. You sank down against the couch back, pressing the side of your body against the fabric to preserve your body warmth.
An unwanted and uncomfortable cold chill raced down your body, causing you to shiver and exhale. You bit your lip and turned, pillowing your head on the couch’s arm.
It was winter, and while the Last Drop’s bar and party area was usually very warm with all the body heat, Silco’s office was not. It only housed Silco and yourself most of the time; today, he was sitting at his desk feet away from you, not sparing you a glance (far too engrossed in his paperwork).
You sat your book down on the table at your side and rubbed your arms for a moment, trying to gift yourself any sort of available heat, then picked it up and returned to focusing on the words.
You glanced up at your husband, observant of his furrowed brows and slight frown as he worked. He was adorable. Just looking at him warmed you a little, so you stuck your nose back in your book.
You continued this process for several minutes. Read about a page, breathe shakily, rub your arms, glance at Silco, then return to reading.
Your repetitive movements and restlessness caught Silco’s attention, it seemed.
His chair creaked a little as he rolled it back, and you looked up. He was making his way over to you, his expression gentle. You lifted your chin to gaze up at him as he towered over your horizontal form, offering a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you,” you offered quietly.
Silco made a gentle noise and you watched him slide off his overcoat. So tenderly, he turned your body around so that your back was to him and took your hands in his. He guided your arms through the arms of his coat and tugged it comfortably around you. He wrapped the edges of the fabric around the front of your body to warm you. It was still toasty from Silco’s body heat.
You smiled so lovingly up at him, cradling his face in your palms. “Oh… you’re so sweet. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he murmured, taking your hand and pulling it to his lips. He kissed the backs of your fingers, then leaned forward to peck your forehead. “Let me know when you’re uncomfortable next time. You know I’ll stop at nothing to see you’re tended to.”
Warmth burned in your chest and you wrapped your arms around his neck, offering him a very gentle kiss. He hummed and tipped his head to return the loving gesture.
Then he was retreating again, heading back to his desk. You watched his lithe form move back to his seat and settle down, returning to the monotony of paperwork.
You smiled, now warm and comfortable… and surrounded by Silco’s lovely, soothing scent. Whiskey, cigar smoke, the musk of him. It lingered in the air of his office, but it was ten times stronger now. You turned and inhaled the collar of his coat, letting out happy little sounds. You blushed and ducked your head into your book sheepishly when you heard him chuckle from the other side of the room.
You finally settled back down on the couch and held your book at a comfortable distance. Silco was so lovely to you.
Oh, how you loved that man.