But he didn't let go.
Instead, he pulled her back against him with one swift motion, her spine meeting the steady rise and fall of his chest.
"You're freezing," he said quietly near her ear. "Stop being stubborn."
She tried to wriggle free, but his grip only tightened slightly. His warmth seeped into her skin like a balm, calming the tremors that shook her body.
"I said I'll manage," she muttered.
"You're doing a horrible job at it," he retorted.
His arm stayed right where it was… firm, secure, and annoyingly comfortable. Jean gave another half-hearted squirm, but the truth was, she was warmer now. Safer, too. That realization annoyed her almost as much as his smug silence.
With a final huff, she gave up and lay still, letting the heat between their bodies chase away the night's cold.
"This means nothing," she said flatly.
"Of course not," Logan replied, resting his chin slightly above her head. "Just good ol' body heat. Nothing more."
