Round 175 Transcript

As Silra pulls off her own wet shirt, the dim light of the shed illuminates her toned physique, and Jeane can't help but steal a fleeting glance. The sound of voices outside grows louder, their footsteps now mere feet away from the shed door. Silra's eyes flicker towards the latch, her hand instinctively reaching for it as she says, "We need to move, now." She pulls Jeane to her feet, helping her stand as the heater's warmth seeps into her chilled bones. Jeane sways unsteadily, her teeth still chattering wildly, but Silra catches her by the shoulders, holding her upright. The sound of the rescue boat's engines grows louder, and the voices outside grow more agitated, their voices laced with a sense of urgency. A faint rustling noise comes from outside the shed door, followed by a muffled voice shouting, "Search the maintenance sheds, we need to find anyone who might be trapped."

Jeane’s teeth chatter violently as she strips off her wet clothes, her pale skin covered in goosebumps. Fine! Body heat it is, she hisses through chattering teeth. But don't get any ideas—I'm doing this to survive, not for your perverted pleasure.

I yank Jeane against me without preamble—no time for her usual protests about boundaries. Her skin is still shockingly cold but she's breathing steadily now, which means we have maybe thirty seconds before the door opens and we're both arrested or worse. "The dock collapsed," I mutter against her hair, "and you nearly died of hypothermia because you refused to let me do this properly earlier."