"Not a bit. I'm use to the coldness." I grin.

"You can try to," she said, smirking.

I walk over to her and start rubbing her arms. "You are cold. I can feel goose pimples." I chuckle.

Camille laughed a little. "Yeah, I am. But you are anything but cold, actually," she noted.

"I told you I'm not cold. I'm use to being in the cold."

Camille tilted her head curiously. "I wish I was use the cold. I wouldn't have this problem then and you wouldn't have to warm me up," she said slowly.

"I don't mind. I actually enjoy it. I'll always be here to help you."

Camille smiled slightly. "And I'll always be here for you. But I never thought you would actually enjoy warming me up," she joked.

"Well, I get to touch you." I smirk. "You have soft skin."

"Thanks. I suppose that means the goose bumps are gone," she chuckled.

"That they are. Are you still cold?"

Camille hesitated. "No, not really. I actually forgot about the cold since you started warming me."

"That's good. I don't want you to freeze to death."

Camille smirked. "That would be no good. But I have you here to warm me and to keep me company."

"Yes, you do and you always will." I kiss her on the cheek.