Liam stayed close, always ready to show the chimera what to do or where to put the snow so their walls would be tall enough. It was only once their snow fort was complete that Theo finally noticed how cold he really was. His fingers, ears, and nose were all red, but he didn’t want to say anything.
He didn’t want this to end.
But Liam, perceptive as always, at least when it came to Theo, noticed.
“You look like a popsicle.” Liam huffed as he took both of the chimera’s hands in his before pulling him in closer.
“Not all of us run as hot as you.” He huffs out, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he presses in closer to the werewolf and makes a pleased little noise in the back of his throat. Liam lets go of his hands and instead wraps his arms around him. The chimera easily sinks into the warm feeling of the other teen. While Liam seems to be distracted, he slides his hands underneath the beta’s shirt and presses them against his warm skin. Panic flashes through his mind like a big red warning sign.
Why did he think it was okay to touch Liam when he’s just trying to help him warm up?
His muscles tighten, ready to pull away and bolt. Ready to do the one thing that he’s always been good at. But Liam doesn’t give him the chance to. He tightens his arms around him as he bumps his nose against the chimera’s jaw.
“Your hands are fucking freezing.” The beta teases. There’s something in his tone, or maybe it’s the calm scent of his chemosignals, that eases the growing panic and Theo lets himself melt into Liam’s comforting embrace.
“Your fault.” He doesn’t know how long they stand out there in the snow, but he does feel the cold slowly receding from his body.
