The heat in the nanny van hadn't been turned on yet.
Faye Vaughn, completely wrapped in Wyatt Hawthorne's overcoat, was being pressed against him in a kiss.
"Stop..."
Even as she protested, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling closer for warmth.
Her contradictory actions made Wyatt Hawthorne let out a low chuckle.
His voice was deep and rich with a hint of huskiness—the telltale sign of arousal.
"Be good."
He patted her cold waist and deepened the kiss.
Faye Vaughn felt her body temperature slowly rising, the chill from jumping into the river beginning to dissipate.
She was getting a taste for it. Hooking her arms around him, she began to kiss him back proactively.
'Five more minutes,' she thought. 'Just five more minutes to warm up, and that'll be enough.'
With that in mind, she stopped pushing him away and wrapped her arms around his waist.
An amorous atmosphere filled the enclosed space of the van.
