“What?”

He lifts his head and gives me the same gentle look he gave me on the roof last week. “I remember that the relationships I have here aren’t only in this bubble. That they’ll still exist even when I return to reality.”

“I feel like you’re trying to tell me something,” I joke, carefully nudging his shoulder.

“Well, I know why you left the lodge, and it can’t feel that great to be going back with your asshole of an ex still there. But you have us. Me and Nick and Archer. Whatever you want out of this relationship with us, I know that regardless, a friendship will always be on the table.”

“Are you telling me you’ll beat up my ex?” I raise one brow.

Frankie nods. “In an instant.”

“Thanks.” I laugh quietly and resume watching Frankie work. I want to avoid thinking about the lodge, but all roads lead back to it now and there’s nothing I can do to avoid it. That doesn’t stop me from trying, and I stare intently at Frankie as he works. In a matter of minutes, the stag he’s creating takes form, and it’s a work of art.

“Wow,” I gasp softly as he delicately works on each prong of the antlers. You’re so talented.”

“Nah, it’s just practice.” Frankie waves my compliment off, and I roll my eyes.

“No one is that good with their hands through practice. You have a natural talent.”

“You think so?” He throws a wink over his shoulder then finishes the antler and blows on it to remove any loose shavings.

“Well, judging by that, you should be good with your hands, but um…” Leaning back, a teasing smile creeps across my face, and when Frankie looks up at me, warmth rushes to my cheeks. “Then again, maybe you’re just good with the knife.”

It’s light flirting, but Frankie catches on immediately, which is a relief because I will take any distraction I can get.

And underneath all my flirting and teasing, there’s a constant voice in the back of my mind telling me to get one last taste of Frankie before my reality crashes into this place and Ashton spills my secret.

“Oh, honey,” Frankie says, and the pet name sends a delighted shiver down my spine. “I’m plenty good with my hands.”

“Oh, really?” I drop my tone slightly. “Because I’m not really remembering anythingtooamazing…”

Frankie surges toward me, and our lips collide with a burst of laughter. I topple back off the small stool and hit the floor, but I’m only there for half a second before Frankie joins me on the floor and pulls me into his lap.

“Care for a reminder of just how good my hands are?”

“Hmmm…” Sitting with my back to his chest, I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. “I don’t know if I can sit through something somundane.”

“Oh, you really are pushing me, huh?” Frankie groans low and, after quickly washing his hands with water from his bottle, he then shoves those two cold hands under my coat and against my bare skin.

“Ahh!” Squealing, I jolt upward to escape the sharp chill, but Frankie doesn’t let me go anywhere. The coldness of his hands makes for an interesting rush of sensation when he fights through my clothes to grasp my left breast while he shoves his other hand down my pants and slides two chilled fingers through my pussy.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, scrambling for something to hold on to. My options are limited within my bulky coat, but Frankie’s having no issue touching and groping where he pleases.

“What’s the matter?” he growls low in my ear. “Already backing down?”

“No,” I shoot back, rocking back into his lap as his cold fingers tease the length of my pussy, circle my entrance, and then sweep back up to my clit. My legs part wider to help him, not that he’s having any problem touching me through my thick clothes. His other hand slides cold fingertips over my nipple, bringing the nub to a stiff peak within seconds.

I settle for clutching at his thick thighs through his cargo pants and digging my nails in as hard as I can while a shudder catapults through me from head to toe.

“If this is how you are when I shit talk your hand, what will you do if I start talking about your dick?”

Frankie thrusts two cold fingers deep inside me while pressing the heel of his palm firmly against my clit. A choked-off moan escapes me, and I tug at his clothing while grinding my hips forward.

“I dare you.” Frankie chuckles breathlessly in my ear. “But you can’t, can you? You’re too busy thinking about how deep my fingers are inside you and how good they feel when I curl them just… like… this.”

His fingers are quickly warming up inside my body, and as the rush of arousal from the chill fades, he curls his fingers and presses them against that cluster of nerves deep inside me. A shock of pleasure rushes through me like a lightning bolt, and I moan loudly. Writhing against him with nowhere to go, all cold is forgotten as my heart races and heat flushes rapidly over my body. I’m now too hot underneath all these clothes, but it adds to the excitement.

“Is that… all you can do?” I gasp.