Alice’s POV
I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my palms along my upper arms to fight off the chill in the air.
Without saying a word, Brian stood, walked back to where he’d parked, and returned with his black hoodie.
He didn’t just hand it to me.
No.
He stepped behind me and carefully slipped it over my head himself, like he was cloaking me in something sacred. I helped him by slipping my arms through the sleeves.
The warmth settled in instantly. It was more than just the fabric—it was him. His scent clung to the hoodie: clean, masculine, a hint of something dark, unique and expensive.
It was comforting. Too comforting.
I loved it more than I should admit.
He sat back beside me, his shoulder brushing mine, both of us quiet for a moment as we stared out over the lake.
“How d
