The next touch he feels is a gentle hand brushing across his cheek, and Buck does flinch this time, not just in surprise but also at the temperature difference. The hand touching his face is warm and Buck has to fight against the urge to lean into it.
“You cold, kid?”
Ricky’s hand moves to cup his cheek, spreading the heat down his neck, and Buck unwillingly lets out a shuttered breath.
“Yeah, you’re freezing,” Ricky says, chuckling. “So, how about this? You be a good boy and nod to the camera, and I can get you a blanket.”
This is from my latest fic that I’m trying to finish tonight!
