As if to prove his earlier statement, he wraps the chain around his waist and pulls, yanking me towards him and locking us in place. We’re pressed close yet again, a position I find myself being in far too many times recently, our bodies squished together so closely we are almost molded to each other.
And as much as I wanted it to be, it was not as uncomfortable as I hoped.
In fact, it was almost relaxing to be in his personal space.
Cold and shivering from our unplanned cold plunge in the river, he warmed me up almost instantly, his heat embracing me.
Especially when he’s practically naked, his perfectly muscular chest gleaming in front of my eyes.
I forgot how he removed his tunic before going into the river.
Truly, he is masculine perfection, his body as impressive as his heig
