his skin was still so cold , his hard muscles like blocks of ice against her , his hands and arms stiff as she tried to massage life into them with her fingers . he leans in and rests his lips on my forehead , runs his cheek over my hair . the professor asked , staring down at the legal pad in his hand . this time she does n't hesitate to nod , and even offers me a small smile . after letting all that evil win the first few times ... ben had finally struck a blow . 