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warming up cold memories.
*10.13.03* @ *9:35 p.m.*
oh, it was my favorite thing to do.
he was normally well into dreaming by the time i got off of work, and at first, i thought the conflicting schedules would really hurt us, but it never did.
i'd come home in the middle of the night, change out of my work clothes, and crawl into bed with him. i'd make sure that my ice cold hands made it to the elastic band of his boxers, while i'd wedge my freezing feet in between his warm legs and kiss the back of his neck.
he'd flinch and roll over to face me, whispering something with curse words at me for being so cold. but he always pulled me as close to him as possible and made sure that i was covered. half with blankets. half by him. he'd kiss my ear and tell me he was glad i was home from work.
we fell asleep like that every night.
and i swear that sometimes, if i'm really cold, i can feel that warmth if it doesn't kill me to remember it.