I don’t get the yearning to do Flash Fic often but this morning…well…I couldn’t help myself.
You can check out the other responses to the prompt over on Monday Flash Fic.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“No.” He tipped his head back to look at me, his smile still crooked even upside down, and those eyes still impossibly blue, glinting like polished steel in the dappled light. “Maybe.”
