“your hands are so cold” -Moderndaykluski
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As the pair finally made their way inside from the blustery, chilly late night air, Whitney thought it would be a good idea to invite Cliff in for some tea by the fireplace— after all, they had just gotten back from a long walk, and by now the brunette’s nose had turned a light red, along with her wind-burned cheeks. After unwrapping every outter layer: scarf, wool coat, and gloves, it was time to start the tea and eventually make their way over to the fire. Of course, Whitney would offer for Cliff to choose a record of his liking to put on as well— and it wasn’t long before she brought the two some steeping hot tea to sit on the coffee table beside the fireplace.
As she sat down, those brown doe eyes turned their attention to Cliff beside her, and noticed that his nose was also a bright pink from the cold— she then lifted up a gentle hand to caress his cheek, noticing that the skin underneath her palm was actually quite warm. “They are; I’m still so cold from walking outside! I don’t understand how you’re so warm..” A little grin began to form on her flushed face as she then allowed her other hand to rise up and land on his forearm, letting out a hum of content at the contrasting temperature of his skin.
