385 Nasty Craziness: Delivered to your door, do you want it?

As Sussie Lopez rode the elevator down to the first floor, the temperature difference fogged the glass door with a layer of white mist. When she pushed open the door to leave, the cold wind, carrying flecks of snow, hit her face, dispersing the warmth from her body.

Finn Hale was still talking with that person. That person offered him a cigarette, but he smiled and refused.

He carried an air of authority, restrained and proud.

Glancing over...

Their eyes met, and a hint of strange color flitted across his own.

He took big strides, quickly closing the distance between them.

The very next second,

With a stretch of his long arm, Sussie was wrapped in his down jacket.

He still carried the scent of snow on him, cold and clear, yet his body was fiery and scalding.

"Why did you come out wearing slippers?" His voice was close to her ear, deep and hoarse, his breath hot and tinged with the scent of black tea, scorching against her ear.