"Tell me something good," she pleaded, pressing further against him, knowing this was a lot to ask. She'd have to figure out a way to make it up to him another time. The comforting weight of his arm was already helping and Sloane tried to take deep, steadying breaths, but she needed a distraction. If she kept thinking about this, she was going to sink under the water again and she couldn't do that. "A work story, anything." Anything to get her mind off the cold and the shortness of breath.