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Nick bumps my shoulder with his, playfully. He kicks up some extra snow on purpose, whishing it onto my knees.__ou__e lucky you__e cute,_ I tell him.__eally?___specially with that doggy breath.__e scoops up some snow, makes it into a ball, bounces his hand up and down. __ake that back.__ giggle. __ope.__ bend down to grab some snow and topple headfirst. The cold of it bites into my cheeks. I try to push myself up, but I can__. I__ all awkward and clumsy with the snowshoes on.Nick laughs.I struggle some more.He grabs me under my arms and hauls me up. Smiling, he sticks out his tongue, and with tiny little movements starts licking the snow off my cheeks. It should be disgusting. It__ not. It__ all warm, and good feeling, and amazing. I close my eyes and let him.__ou smell good,_ he whispers.__ haven__ showered.___oesn__ matter, you smell good.__is voice, sensual and warm, mellows me.Our lips touch and part, touch again. I breathe him in. He moves his face away a little and studies me. I smile. I can__ help it.__ like you,_ I say. __ lot. Even with the whole werewolf thing.__e smiles back. __ like you too.___ lot?___m-hmm,_ he says, leaning in for another kiss. __ wicked lot.