James passed Adrian's wine over and set his own glass on the edge of the hot tub before peeling back the soft robe, turning his face up to the sky. "It's a beautiful night." He mused, "There was a night like this almost a year ago to the day. In the cold, snow coming down like dusting sugar."
As he spoke, James pulled his shirt over his head, laying it carefully beside the robe he'd placed nearby. Then came the sleeping pants and left just his black boxer briefs. James' skin was pale and smooth, no scars or marks of any kind except for the bite mark from his sire that made a faint white line on his neck. He stepped up and into the hot water, across from Adrian, and picked up his glass again with two fingers.
"A man I deeply respect gave me a gift that changed my life. I've never felt cold since." He smiled softly, sipping his wine and bringing his gaze to Adrian. "Now, whenever it snows, I remember that gift, to never take it for granted. To use it wisely."