I'm still shivering as I step into my jeans, my shaky fingers clumsy on the zipper and top button before Derek's heavy leather jacket is suddenly around my shoulders and he's hugging me close. It helps, thankfully, and I carefully keep my head turned away so I'm not pressed right up against his bare chest. However much I'd like to be.

"I loved it," I correct him and my voice, now that I'm a little more warmed up, doesn't waver at all. "To be honest with you, I don't know why you ever walk around in the people suit. Except, I suppose if I looked like you do, it wouldn't be so bad."

I realize what I've said only after the words are out and feel my face flush immediately hot. Which is stupid, I know. It's not like Derek doesn't know he's attractive, not like he doesn't know I specifically find him attractive. Still. It feels dumb to say it.