The warmth of your home was a welcoming change to the biting cold outside.

König hadn't been particularly bothered by it, but idiot that you were, you'd forgotten to take gloves. So understandably, you were freezing. Trembling hands, clattering teeth — the whole nine.

Even after settling in with König on the couch, huddling up to him, a show he seemed real invested in playing on the TV, you just would not get any warmer.

Finally, König reached out and took your cold hands in one of his. He led them to his stomach and pressed your freezing fingers against the warm skin above the waistband of his pants. "Better?"