“For f***s sake,” Killian groans. “Come here.” He says, clasping his hand around my ankle and pulling me towards him.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I tremble, not out of fear, but coldness. I slide down the cold stone, and he places a hand on my waist. That alone sends another chill down my spine. “What are—”
“Straddle me.” He commands.
I’m so cold that I don’t question him, I get on top of him, and he drapes his jacket over me. “Hold on to me.”
“I don’t feel comfortable with that.” I frown.
He pulls me closer and secures an arm around me. “Get comfortable.” He grumbles.
“Okay.” I swallow, moving closer on my own accord now. I leave barely an inch of space between us.
“You’re freezing, poison.” He says, his voice softer now.
“It’s very cold in here,” I whisper.
“Remember this the next
