Cold. Freezing.
Why were you doing this?
You strolled into the Turk building on that January morning, wearing a trench coat and heels.
Nothing else.
The secretary barely looked up, pointing to Reno's door.
Inside was everyone's favorite redhead, cursing at paperwork.
"Oh, darling, I brought you lunch." You held up a paper bag, simultaneously undoing the coat's belt.
"Sweet mother of mercy." Reno seemed absolutely speechless as he motioned you closer to him. He punctuated each word with a kiss on your exposed skin. "You. Are. The. Best. Girl. Ever."
The numbness in your toes was altogether worth it.
