Jon was looking at my hand as I rubbed them together in the heat of his living room. ”Here, let me hold your hands, they're freezing" He was holding me tight then, close to him. My pulse raced in my throat, suddenly realizing the strength in those hands, how much bigger and older than I he was. He brought my hands to his chest, his eyes meeting my wide ones unflinchingly as he stared down at me. “Here, sit. I’ll grab that cocoa.” I swallowed, not trusting myself to say a word as he led me to the couch before moving off towards the kitchen. Jon passed me a mug when he came back, and I sipped it gingerly as he sat next to me on the sofa. Wow, he sure hadn’t skimped on the booze! He laughed, as if reading the look on my face. “Best cure for cold weather; sorry if its too strong, kid.” “No, no it’s fine.” I bit my lip as I looked at him, leaning back into the couch looking so cool and so easy. “It’s perfect.” “Good, cheers.” We clinked glasses before we moved to silence, sitting there in his house drinking the spiked cocoa.
