There was a moment afterwards. We were standing outside my car with the door open so the space (and us) could air out when I stepped forward and linked my arms around you, burying my head in the crook of your neck. You leaned in too, and the momentum caused me to rock slightly back and forth on my heels, a motion I maintained as your hands spread (and wandered) across my back, my waist, my ass, and back up again. For a minute or two, I didn't say anything. Even though the air was brisk and cold, I pretended that my body heat was enough to warm you--that I was enough for you. And then I pulled away so we could climb back into the car.