Warm Hands

She felt his weight leave the bed, as he walked towards the bathroom door.
As he came back into bed he draped his arm over her, only to find himself taken aback from her cold shrug off.
“Your hands are cold,” she scoffed.
A moment later, she rolled over and wrapped herself around him.
As she felt his cold body against hers, a smile slid across her face.
A few more night of slipping bleach in his drinks, and he would be dead cold.

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