Cinder looked like one of the gingerbread cookies dusted with flour. “Oh, you think that’s funny?”
“You look adorable.”
“Adorable,” echoed Cinder. He effortlessly closed the distance between them, drawing Io into his embrace. Their lips met in a tender kiss, one that teased at the prospect of a continuation of the previous night’s escapades. Io began to feel aroused, starving for some skin on skin contact. The desire was quickly dashed, however, as a shot of icy coldness blossomed along his backside, Cinder using the opportunity to sneak a handful of snow down his shirt.
“Ah,” Io danced away, losing his balance and falling on his butt.
Cinder giggled, looking rather pleased with himself. After a moment he strolled over, offering Io his hand. “Sorry, sweetheart, I just got caught up and couldn’t help myself. What do you say we call a truce and go inside, see about creating some heat?”