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One man, one delivery route, and a rapidly deteriorating sense of public safety.
โyeah.โ
she smiles at him for a moment too long, taken aback by how it makes her feel warm.
โyouโre right. i donโt want any of โem picking up on our scent.โ
she allows it. theyโre warm, and they smell like *him, so thereโs a comfort in it all.
โiโm far from sacred, bry. youโre just speaking silliness now.โ
Already putting them on her despite her protests.
"Nope. I'll be fine. It isn't like I haven't been running to keep up the body temperature. Plus you're like.. sacred. So. We are keeping *you* warm."
โoh, please donโt. if we can get to my office i have a jacket there.โ
sheโs trying to push them back into his hands.
โyou need to stay warm too.โ