Slender fingers moved over the buttons, unfastening them one by one until half were undone in the blink of an eye.
Realizing something, Flossie Wright furrowed her brow.
"I'm not cold."
With her arms crossed over her chest, Flossie gazed intently, speaking the words clearly.
"You will be soon."
Without any hesitation, Glenn Hutchinson undid the last button.
In the twinkling of an eye, he took off his training jacket.
Taking a step forward, he came to Flossie and, without any explanation, draped the jacket over her shoulders.
Flossie did not move, nor did she refuse.
The sky was growing darker, the view plunging into dimness, but the silhouette of the man before her remained strikingly clear.
She knew many male soldiers, even in this season, wouldn't dress too bulkingly, just like Sandy Cruz and Rowdy Brightwill, since their bodies had strong resistance to the cold.
Yet—
She hadn't expected that Glenn Hutchinson was only wearing two layers.
