River began shivering the moment York set her down. Cold, clear water rose up to her ribcage and chilled her to the bone, arms and the rest of her body rippling with bumpy gooseflesh as a result. Her jaw trembled and she worried that he wouldn't physically be able to kiss her, even if he wanted to. Also, somewhere in the back of her mind, River had convinced herself that York was merely looking for ploy after ploy to get her soaked and into his bed.
Not that River...minded...exactly.
Her voice did squeak when she looked up at him, brown eyes wide. "H-hypothermia," she reminded.