You shuttered, your hands around your shoulders. Maven was sitting on your bed as the servants dressed you. You could barely hold still. You were a telky, having no power against the weather. No matter what you did the cold would always get to you. Maven never noticed how cold the world is, he is just a natural stove. 

"You look beautiful, (Y/N)." Maven remarks. True, the gold and black is beautiful around your body, but you'd rather have four layers of wool coats over this dress. 

"It's too cold. I hate December." You groan as a red bit her lip, trying not to laugh. You scoff at her. Maven gets up, a small smile on his face. You look at the ground, taking your eyes off of him. So embarrassing, you thought. You felt Maven hug you from behind, his arms wrapped around your waist. His warmth immediately made you feel better, his chest against your back. You relaxed against his body, resting your head on his collar bone. 

"You like that, right?" He cooed in your ear. You responded with a huffed in annoyance, hating when he teased you. 

"Promise you'll hug me like this more often?" You asked him, looking up to him. He nodded with a smile, "I promise." He kissed your cheek. <3