"You're shivering, Ches." Mic scooted over on the bleachers close to her and slipped his leather jacket off. "Here, take this."
"Then you'll be cold! You're only wearing a t-shirt under there."
He shrugged. "It's fine."
"No," she objected vehemently. He blinked, taken aback at the force of her statement. "Put it back on. Now lift your arm."
"Lift my - ?"
"If this is okay," she said, suddenly shy. "I can, um..."
Present Mic found his glasses fogging up in the next moment as she sat under his arm in the open jacket. He slowly settled it around her as she trembled so close to his warmth. "Aww, yeah," he murmured. "I like this idea a whole lot better, baby."
She grew a whole lot hotter from that statement, her face burning.
Several students glanced over from the field and stopped practicing to stare openly, their eyes huge.
"Ohhh, my gosh. Is that..."
"Are they..."
"<i>Cuddling</i>!"
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