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.