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The snow fell around them, the heat from the roaring fire keeping out the cold. His arms were wrapped around her. They rested lightly on her stomach, stroking the bare skin where her tank top rode up. Her head rested on his shoulder. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and she found herself wondering once again how she had gotten so lucky. At work, they carried on as if nothing were different, nothing had changed; they were nothing more than friends or co-workers. But it were times like these when they could just be Abigail and Jethro, two people in love.