Molly spoke French, but she could only make out the word 'Red' in there. But that was okay with her. She didn't care what he said, it was the tone of the voice that sent a shiver down her spine. The tone, and the promise it carried with it.
Where the snow had been cold before, now it was warm and warmed her up with it. Not to the point of stripping to indulge in the heat - that would come later. Right now as their tongues danced her hands sought out his waist and the trousers there looking to steal some of the warmth.