Chapter 11
A few seconds later, footsteps approached on the stairs.
“You didn’t have to wait for me,” Asher rumbled behind me, making me shiver even more, but not from the cold this time. A heartbeat later, he put his hands on my upper arms, rubbing me from shoulder to elbow, trying to warm me up. “You’re ice cold.”
I hummed in reply. Most of the time, I didn’t even notice anymore, but when his warmth seeped in through my skin, the rest of me felt the chill acutely.
Asher’s hands wandered down my sides—calloused fingertips dragging over my ribs, down to my waist where he fanned out his fingers. For a second, I thought he would be able to reach around me, but his fingers stopped short a few inches from each other.
“Oh, Cory.” He rested his chin on the top of my head. “You’re nothing but skin and bones.” His voice was full of regret.
I bit my lip. “It’s not as bad as it used to be.”