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Coming home from the club is harder than getting there in the first place. The snow's drifted in places, and his clothes, recently dried out, are soaked to the skin. All he wants to do is get into the house and change his boots and then he's going out again. He's not about to admit it but he's sat awake all night thinking about her (thinking about Nate, too) and now he needs to see her.
Frozen footed, Brad shoulders open the door to the treehouse, the sun slanting through the sky-light, falling across the the bed. The bed which isn't empty. Brad stands for a moment just looking at the flash of red hair and then his boots are kicked off, his t-shirt stripped off and he's climbing onto the bed in wet pants.
He lies down, pressing himself against Terry's back and pressing the chilly tip of his nose into the crook of her neck.
"Have you been here all night?" he murmurs.
Frozen footed, Brad shoulders open the door to the treehouse, the sun slanting through the sky-light, falling across the the bed. The bed which isn't empty. Brad stands for a moment just looking at the flash of red hair and then his boots are kicked off, his t-shirt stripped off and he's climbing onto the bed in wet pants.
He lies down, pressing himself against Terry's back and pressing the chilly tip of his nose into the crook of her neck.
"Have you been here all night?" he murmurs.