Frostbite

The nights were getting colder. It had been long since Erin's presence had smoothed the chill between their tangled bodies. He was beginning to forget how she felt. As the temperature cooled on his skin and in his heart, he began to remember how Phylicia's hand felt as it collided with his cheek. The words she said in the snow and the hand mark left on his face began to warm him far more than any feverish touch or tingle found underneath, on top of, or inside Erin.