She couldn’t stop herself from shaking. The increasing wind only made the sensation worse as if a blade was skimming across the top layer of her flesh, and she held herself wanting to cave in. But instead a pair of hands lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. Avery had to keep herself from immediately collapsing back into the water. If she thought being only partially at mercy to the wind with her lower half in the water was miserable, being hauled completely ashore where the wind could buffet against her as much as it pleased only increased her torment by tenfold. “B-b-but your clothes,” she protested weakly, despite the fact that she had automatically leaned into him; not only did heat seem to radiate off of him, but the sheer size of the man did much to block the wind from getting to her.
Heading further ashore, it seemed as her legs had started to lose feeling, and she tried to keep her balance stumbling over the rocks. Her hair, now almost completely silver, hung in tendrils like icicles having been completely torn from their pins as she had hit the water. “Beg pardon,” Avery managed to stutter out as her foot found his. She winced. That would leave another water mark she’d likely have to pay to get out.
Heading further ashore, it seemed as her legs had started to lose feeling, and she tried to keep her balance stumbling over the rocks. Her hair, now almost completely silver, hung in tendrils like icicles having been completely torn from their pins as she had hit the water. “Beg pardon,” Avery managed to stutter out as her foot found his. She winced. That would leave another water mark she’d likely have to pay to get out.
