Georgia's POV:

Arriving home, I pull my scarf and coat off.

"God! It's cold out there."

Trent comes up behind me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

"Do you want a hot drink?"

I shake my head, I don't want anything that isn't in this small space around me. I lean back into him, resting my head on his chest. His hand goes to the buttons of my blouse. I don't move. I just stand there, using him as a pillar, to prop myself up. His hands explore my skin as ...