“Okay, I wouldn’t say I was bad, just out of practice,” he chuckled as he stepped into the house. “I’m not a cold weather person, so I’m not a ski person. I’d much rather be shirtless poolside, working on a tan with a mojito in my hand,” he added, wrapping his arms around Dean’s shoulders after he’d closed the door behind them. “With you, though, I don’t mind any of it. Not even the cold. I’m sure you can find a way to warm me up,” he mused playfully.