"Whoa." Keefe watched goosebumps spread rapidly over Sophie's skin. He couldn't tell if she was just freezing or being attacked by mental images. Either way, he wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.
"Want my cape too?" he offered.
Sophie stared down at the petals woven through her carpet, obviously embarrassed. "No."
Keefe handed it to her anyway. He laughed when she pulled the hood over her head. "You look adorable."
"Stop making me want to shove you." The hood fell lower over her eyes, and Keefe snorted as she walked in the opposite direction she was aiming for.
She ended up tangled in his arms, still shivering. "Not a bad idea, Foster," he murmured. "I might be the hottest thing in this room."
