He was suffering from hypothermia and Annalise knew the blanket wasn’t going to help him. The only other solution left was stripping off her clothes and joining him in the bed so they can share body heat, but she wouldn’t hear the end of it if someone were to discover her in bed with her limbs attached to his.
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Oh, of course!
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