Warming me.

..."You shouldn't poke strangers; I thought you were going to attack me... Are you all right?" The elongation of his o's contrasts with my own New York accent, and his raspy voice struggles to conceal a vague Italian accent....

..."Agh...you're in my bed...but I'm fine" I lie, hoping that my tone conveys my mood well enough....

...As the night's cold air pierces my skin, bringing goosebumps down my back, my arms curl around my torso....

..."Oh fu*k, I have no idea how I got here."...

...'It's fine, don't worry-" My voice comes to a halt in the middle of a sentence as my hand brushes up against a white pair of Calvin Klein briefs next to a cotton shirt. "Please tell me these aren't your clothes underneath me." I beg in a desperate tone, and he responds with a large grin and a light chuckle, life filling his green orbs as his laughter warms his face....

..."I'm sorry...but I've slept nak*d for the majority of my life!" He responds in a cheeky tone; an irritating Italian tone. I scoff and pull my hand away from his underwear....

..."Dogs sleep nak*d, no one yells at dogs...the what's big problem?"...

..."Dogs, like you, lick their bums and sleep outside, so you should be fine sleeping outside. Also, it's fucking cold...so...bye..."...

...His eyes flutter once more, the green orbs hidden behind light brown lashes adorned with a playful gleam. He tilts his head, his gaze moving up and down my huddled body....

..."Well, there's still plenty of room under the blankets if you want to sleep in here with me." He pats the spot beside him. Is he really inviting me to sleep in my own bed?...

..."First, get out of my bed. I'd rather sleep on the floor than in my own bed with some random stranger." I lay down casually on the carpet, its softness failing to distract me from the coldness of Spring—even in a completely new season, the chill of winter litters its chill....

..."Well, that's just stupid." From above, he mutters, the bed dipping as he pulls the duvet off of him and rolls his legs over. He's magnificent; his body is chiseled like Greek sculptures and toned with incredible smoothness....

...I close my eyes as they try to lower themselves and look at something they shouldn't....

...A pair of hands slips under my shoulder, and I'm lifted into the air, colliding with his chest....

...Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck and cling to him; the warmth from his body radiates through me, warming me....

..."What are you up to?" I scream - yet another squirrel-in protest. He lifts the duvet and lays me next to him....

..."I told you I'd sleep on the bloody floor."...

...When I try to get out of bed, a strong arm pulls me back down onto the mattress, forcing me to submit....

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