Winter Coats

[Meryasek Moriarty]

Yaz could only manage a boyish grin in response to her comment. He had become so distracted by their conversation that he had entirely forgot about wanting a coat. With the adrenaline pulsing through him, he didn’t need a coat; he felt warm enough on his own, especially in a particular region.

His carnal desires screamed to be satisfied, but he was able to push them aside long enough to acknowledge her introduction.

“I’m Yaz,” he greeted as he allowed his hand to finally grasp hers. “Yaz Moriarty.” And with that, he led her out the doorway and into the cold.