"Wait a minute" Ryan turned her around and helped her wear his jacket. He then secured the cap around her head and pulled the zip up that came to her chin. They stood close, and he looked at her face with the zipper still in his hand.
He exhaled, and a small puff swirled around her face, tickling her cheeks. He looked away and said, "This…this should do it. Put your hands in the pockets, keep yourself warm."
It had begun to snow, and Ryan walked only in a flimsy shirt and jeans. The top buttons of his shirt were open, and she could see his corded muscles and peeked to get a better look. However, when their eyes met, she said, "But, you will catch a cold."
"I won't. Keep the jacket. I have a wardrobe full of them," Ryan had meant to offer it as help, but Zara felt otherwise, so she said, "Thank you, but I will return it after getting it dry-cleaned."
