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Joshua stopped and looked down at Riley

The glow from the streetlights barely touched her features. The cold seeped into Joshua’s skin, and he realized he’d forgotten his gloves. “I guess this wasn’t such a good idea,” he admitted.

“I don’t care about the cold,” Riley said. But he did.

With no other choice, he reached for her hand and put it in his left pocket. Now, with her fingers curled around his, Riley was closer to him than she’d ever been, probably ever would be.

As they walked, Joshua could feel her hold on him, her slender fingers entwined with his, and he was less cold than he’d been a moment ago.

Things had suddenly got a whole lot more complicated. He realized that he’d been desperate to touch her before, and right now he never wanted to let go.