¡Frigid!

"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪᴍᴏᴛʜᴇ."

"ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ."

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His skin was cold, almost frigid the air seeming to copy his body heat to an extent. The soft and cold body beneath his own had begun to shiver and shake with no intent of leaving his strong grasp, as though it was to comfort the slim, almost anorexic, body of saywer shivered beneath him. "It's ok," timothe let out a shaky breath pulling away his head to take a longing look down to the smaller a dripping apearence. The slim wet rag like strands of timothe's dirty blond hair had begun to creat water droplets that would dribble down onto Sawyer's already pale face, sliding down his rather carved out cheeks making their way into the odly untimed warm water breath the two cuddling bare bodies. "It's going to be ok." The rising bath water mimicking Sawyer's actions as his hand began to make its shaky way to timothe's soft flourishing cheek that had been oh so painful painted with the harsh rouge color that was nick named blush. His hand carresed his cheek staying there momentarily before trailing down to his rather plump lips, lining the limp part of timothe's face, his bottom lip, he let out a huff. The temptation to kiss him right then and there being surpressed, as though he hadn't want to ruin their five year going strong friendship.