"Mom."
"Mom? Is he a mama's boy?" Allison muttered under her breath. The sudden, hard shudder of his limbs cut her humor short. He was freezing to death because he took a knife for her. "I'm sorry, Daniel. This is on me." She dragged the thin blanket over them, knowing the cloth wasn't enough. Forcing down her hesitation, she slid right against him, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her skin close to share her body heat against his chills.
What am I doing? She bit her lip, holding him tighter. He had bled for her; boundaries didn't matter anymore. Even this wasn't enough to stop his chills. Wrapped in the blanket, she felt the rapid, desperate hammer of his heartbeat. He let out a low, shuddering sigh in his sleep.
"Why are you so sad, Daniel?" she whispered into his damp
