"Aren't you cold?"
The gunslinger felt the red-head slip into her arms, she shook her head.
"Why?"
Resting her chin onto the mass of red, the gunslinger took in her intoxicating smell.
"I don't want to be philosophical now…"
The red-head beside her chuckled and grabbed onto her shirt, pulling herself closer.
"Come on, I want to know."
Their breaths amalgamated with each other, the gunslinger sighed.
"Really I don't want to."
She wrapped her arms around the fragile form, tracing the red-head's bare back.
The gunslinger felt the red-head shiver yet melt under her touch.
"Your fingers are cold!"
The red-head arched inwards, the gunslinger smirked.
"Oh, don't give me that look; I still want to know why?"
The gunslinger groaned – she knew she couldn't get away that easily.
"Why? Why what?"
She felt the red-head slap her arm – ouch.
"Ugh! Jo!"
The gunslinger found the red-head pull away.
"Forget it! You and your coldness.
The gunslinger cringe, she had to emphasize on that word.
Trying her best no to let the red-head leave, the gunslinger pulled her back into a tight embrace.
"You want to know why?"
She heard the red-head huff.
"Because you're hot."
The red-head turned crimson.