Dawn rose on the early peaks of Colter as frost bit your tongue. First one arisen to see the gorgeous glint of icicles reflecting the sun, sat there by the porch of one of the cabins, wrapped up in all the warm clothes you owned.

You didn't want to be inside for when Javier woke up. Something about that man and his bedhead, fresh from sleep, wavy and untied, had you come undone in a way you couldn't allow. Especially not after that mess back in Blackwater. Even before the heist, everything had gone to shit. The two of you had found yourselves a rough argument, and then the whole heist was botched and went the worst way you could imagine, so it was safe to say you were avoiding him.

Up until a palm nestled against your shoulder, an obnoxiously loud yawn came from behind you. "Aren't you cold?" Javi grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.