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and fussed with her zipper, which wouldn’t budge past her breasts—lovely, ample breasts with taut nipples his tongue tingled to lick and tease.  He coughed to hide his arousal. 
    “You need to get this fixed,” he said.
    “I know.”  She touched his forehead.  “Are you getting sick?  I heard you coughing earlier today, too.”
    “I’m fine,” he lied.  Hell, he wasn’t fine, and it was getting harder and harder to be around her without touching her, kissing her, making her his once and for all.  He tugged on the bottom of her jacket and gripped the zipper harder.  “Damn thing,” he grumbled and jiggled it, but his fingers slipped from the sliver of metal and brushed over the lush slopes of her breasts.  He heard her suck in air, and when he glanced up, she had that pink tinge on her face again.
    Looking for a distraction, he pulled off his scarf and wrapped it around her.  He was about to tuck it into her coat but thought better of it.  “Uh, you better do that.”  As she adjusted it and covered her exposed flesh, he frowned.  “Where are your gloves?”
    She rolled her eyes at him.  “I’m twenty-three, you know.  I can take care of myself.”
    “If you could take care of yourself, you’d be wearing gloves.  You might come from out east where the winters aren’t as cold, but you’ve been here a whole year, Gracie.  You should know by now you need gloves.”  He pulled his off and shoved them over her hands.  “Let’s go,” he said, gesturing toward his truck, which was still running.
    “What about you?” she asked, the big gloves flapping as she waved them in front of her face. 
    “I’m good.  The truck’s warm.  Besides, I grew up here. I’m used to the cold.”
    They both jumped into his truck, and a few minutes later, he pulled up to their apartment building and parked in his assigned spot.  It wasn’t much of a place, but it was all either of them could afford as they worked to pay down their university bills.  He climbed from his seat and followed her inside.
    “I’ll grab a shower and be right over,” he said as she started to unravel the scarf.  “I think you should wear your black bomber tonight.  It’s warm and the zipper works.”
    “Yeah, good idea.”  She handed back his cold weather gear.  “I’ll put on some coffee.”
    “I won’t be long.”
    “Okay, I’ll leave the door unlocked.”  She unzipped her coat as the heat in the hall fell over them, and he glimpsed her hard nipples through that silk blouse as she nodded toward her place. “Just come over when you finish your shower.”
    He swallowed hard, because after glimpsing those lovely nubs, he was pretty confident he was going to come when he was in the shower.  Jesus.       
     

 

Chapter Three
     
    Grace started a pot of coffee and then hurried to the shower.  She wasn’t looking forward to hitting the slopes, but she was interested in seeing what Nate could teach her about love.  And she was still holding out hope it involved him getting naked.  A sound lodged in her throat.  A half laugh, half groan.  Honestly, who was she kidding?  Nate didn’t think of her that way.
    She stripped off her work clothes and climbed into the hot spray, which felt glorious against her cold skin.  She washed her hair and body, staying under the spray until the water turned cold. 
    She pulled back her curtain, and steam filled the room as she wrapped her towel around herself, knotting it at her breasts.  Wondering if Nate was there yet, she padded down the hallway, not bothering to dress.  He’d seen her in a towel numerous times, and it had never once pulled a reaction from him.  Like she’d said, asexual friend. 
    “Hey,” she said when she found him in the kitchen, doctoring their coffees.  God, he looked good.  Dressed in a fitted, blue pullover sweater that brought out the color in his eyes and a pair of jeans that hit all his spots just right, especially the one