Grayson POV
She's resisting. As I guide her outside, I firmly tuck my arm inside of hers, forcing her to walk closely to me, sniffing her floral-scented perfume with appreciation. She smells like the delicate scent of roses and it suits her. There is a slight chill in the air and I halt, stopping and pulling off my jacket, quickly placing it on her as her eyes widen in surprise.
"Oh I can't take your jacket" she protests, even as she hugs herself, shivering slightly.
"You're cold," I say bluntly "what kind of man lets his girl go cold?" I add, tucking her back by my side as she nibbles on her lower lip, glancing at me shyly.
She's so adorable. I can practically feel her body trembling next to mine and I suspect it's not entirely due to the cold of the night air. I grin to myself.
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