Michael's skin was always warmer than Kersen's, and so he liked the way it felt against his hand. "Yes, I imagine you're cold," he said with a little smile, and led him inside. "Do you want a drink? Or we could just go back to my office." He didn't know how Michael felt about being in the crowd.
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Date: 2017-01-27 12:44 am (UTC)