“I am not cold,” she argued, thought he goosebumps running along her arms and legs said otherwise. “And my clothes are at Kenzie’s. I’m supposed to be there tonight.” She completely lost her balance when he set her down on her feet, stumbling into his chest and gripping his shoulder to haul herself upright again. “T’lus let me out of the barracks. And Kenzie thought I could use some wine, so we had some wine, and then we thought fresh air sounded nice so we went outside. I don’t see why that’s wrong.” She shook her head, lost her balance again, and stepped to the side to keep from teetering over, not noticing his careful grip on her.
“You were busy,” she poked his chest for emphasis, then repeated the action. Completely forgetting what she was going to say, she started exploring the bare skin. “You should buy more shirts and less things for me. They say you’re paying me for favors. And you need more shirts. Or! Maybe you don’t!” She slid her hand down his abdomen and raised her eyes to his, smiling happily. “I like you without a shirt.” She frowned and pulled back. “I didn’t interrupt you, did I? That’s embarrassing.” Imogen turned and started to make her way to the bathing pool to warm up but was stopped by his firm grip. “I’m cold,” she declared, trying to shake him off.