She’d never looked more beautiful to me than she did in this moment.

I was so fucked. So. Very. Fucked.

She crossed the floor and held out the mug. “I made you some hot chocolate. I checked the dates and everything.”

I reached out and took the mug from her, our fingers brushing in the exchange. It was somehow more intimate than having her arms wrapped around me the entire ride home.

“Thank you,” I told her, my voice so rough, I barely recognized it. “I bought it, so it’s good. Plus I threw out anything that had been left here.”

“I never figured you for a hot chocolate guy.”

“I’m a sucker for sweet things,” I admitted, letting the mug warm my hand before drinking half of it down.

Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.

“Did you make one for you?” I asked.

She nodded. “It’s in the kitchen.” When she headed that way, I followed, silently laughing that the bottom of my snow pants dragged on the floor.

Willow was a lot of things. Tall wasn’t one of them.

“Why don’t you get out of those?” I suggested as she gripped her mug. “You’ll warm up a lot faster.”

“Only tights, remember?” She cocked her head to the side.

“Right.” I had been doing my best to ignore that fact when she’d changed. “Okay, what are you most comfortable in? My pants are going to be huge on you, but you can roll them, or shorts? A hoodie?”

“Yes, please,” she responded with a smile. “I’ll take whatever you have. I’m not picky.”

I excused myself and went through my closet, pulling out pants, shorts, a T-shirt, and a hoodie. Oh, and some thick socks, too. Then I fired off a text message to Gideon and Xander that we’d made it safely before taking a two-minute shower and getting into some clean clothes.

“I’m fine,” I heard her saying as I walked down the hallway to the kitchen.

“Mom, just tell him that I’m fine. No, I don’t need him to come hook up my generator.”

Her back was to me as she stared out the kitchen window.

“Because I know how to hook up my own generator, that’s why.” She sighed, and her head rolled back a little. “And because I’m at Cam’s. I slid off the road, and he came and got me. No, don’t tell him that. He’s liable to head out with a shotgun and get himself killed in this weather.”

Good ol’ Judge Bradley. He’d definitely shit bricks if he knew she was about to wear my clothes to bed in my house. A small slice of satisfaction had me smiling when Willow hung up with her mom.