Page 126 of The Penalty

Not The Enemy: Yes?

Double Stuffed: is he gone yet or no

Not The Enemy: He’s been gone like 20 minutes

Double Stuffed: ? and ur just now telling me

Double Stuffed: ill be there in like 10

Not The Enemy: Where are you coming from?

Double Stuffed: dont worry bout it

I hustle down the street, attempting not to freeze to death in this stupid cold. My puffer jacket is keeping my torso warm, but the rest of me is fucked.

Rhys is standing inside when I get there, and he opens the door for me quickly.

“Where were you holed up?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He pushes the elevator button and lifts an eyebrow at me. “That tells me I should be worried about it.”

“No. It doesn’t.”

“Teddy…”

The doors open and we step inside alone. He pushes the number for his floor and the doors close. Once we’re safely inside, I push him against the wall and bury my nose against his throat and grind against his hip.

“Jesus! Your nose is ice!”

“So’s my dick, warm it up.”

“How long were you outside?”

I groan and step back when I hear the ding of our floor. “Too long? Not long enough? I don’t know.”

Rhys gets us inside and I wrap myself around him, kissing everything I can reach, as he leads us to his room. At this point, I don’t care where I get to come as long as it’s not outside.

“You’re adorable when you’re needy.”

“Yeah?” I pull on his shirt and he hisses at the temperature of my hands. “Warm me up.”

“Seriously, you’re freezing. Strip and get under the blanket.” The tone of his voice means there’s no point in arguing with him, but I moan about it anyway.

“You too. I’m not getting in there alone.” But I drop my jacket and start pulling off my clothes.

“Obviously. How am I supposed to share my body heat with you if I’m not with you?”

Thank fuck.

Once I’m naked, I dive under the blanket and he’s not far behind me. We lay on our sides, and I don’t let him have a breath of space.

“Fuck!” he shrieks and arches away from my hands. “You grew up here, how do you not know how to stay warm?”

My fingers ache with the cold and his back is almost hot in comparison, but it feels so good. I shove my face in his neck again and sigh at the scent of his skin. I push my knee between his and he hooks his thigh over my hip. Neither of us is hard, and that’s fine. There’s a comfort I didn’t know existed in just being together, skin to skin. My body has to warm up for a minute before there’s enough blood flow for my dick to do anything anyway, but it’s mean he’s not turned on at the mere sight of me.

“Why aren’t you hard?” I grumble, because rude. I’m literally naked right now and wrapped around him.

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