---------- EXTRACT----------- A large, warm hand wrapped around my exposed forearm that was covered in goose pimples from the arctic wind whilst another briefly skimmed my side, resulting in an involuntary shiver erupting down my spine. A low growl was emitted from his throat with the same annoyance that a babysitter acquires when dealing with a child who is afraid of the dark. 'Where is your jacket?, his voice not only deeper than when I last saw him but also harsher, colder. Finally he had come. ____________________________________________________________________________________________