that night , after those wolves attacked us , we were freezing and all i could think about was getting warm , and yes , i had been impressed by the way daniel had fought - so sexist , i know but he was amazing , a fury of fangs and claws - and in getting out of our wet , cold clothes , suddenly our skin met and our bond drew us together and i couldnt get enough , i wanted to be one with him , to be inside his skin his skin was cold on fire smooth with a secret language of raised scars something had loosened inside of me , a ball of heat in my abdomen , and the desire made all thoughts of cold go away holding him so tight i probably hurt him i didnt care if he hurt me , it was all the same at that point , cold/hot/pleasure/pain i couldnt tell you many of the details about that night , my rational thought went away and all i can remember is that heat and fierce wanting .