"I'm sure you do. I've never felt such a low temperature in my life." Her small giggle that began when his knees buckled became a fully fledged laugh as her backside slid along the couter. Elsa's arms wrapped around Jack's neck, her legs parting to accommodate his hips as he moved closer to her, then allowed her feet to wrap around the sides of his calves.
"You're getting somewhere," she remarked sultrily, her face flushing. It used to alarm her how her inhibitions were never fully up around Jack, but it that time had long since passed.
She released her grip around his neck to shrug off her sweater, no longer cold. "Hot in here."