As they snuggled in the leafy alcove under the overhang, Ingrid found herself amused at the fact that they were now squished together in an even smaller space than the bench. But the amusement was just an undercurrent to the surges of attraction that washed over her as Alexei held her in his arms.<br/><br/>His arms felt like steel bands around her, and tentatively, she ran her fingers over the muscles, their lines and planes defined by the wet white shirt that clung to him like a second skin. They were both damp, though his jacket had protected her from most of the rain. Drops of water still clung to her hair and cheeks, and slithered down her chest to disappear into her cleavage.<br/><br/>"Your shirt is soaking!" she whispered. "You must be cold. Would you like your jacket back?"