Melting the Frost

Sloane

It isn’t only my cheeks that turn molten hot when Corbin holds me like I am precious—my whole body burns like a supernova in his lap. And yes, that might be a cheesy thing to say, but it’s true. Also, what girl with red blood in their veins wouldn’t be okay with the hunky guy holding them like their personal teddy bear?

“I…yes…this is okay…” I mumble. Can he hear my racing heart, or is his