"Tired?"
Arabelle felt his hand run down her arms to her waist when a gentle kiss landed on her shoulder, his lips moved up to kiss her neck and she bit her lower lip feeling her body tremble in his arm.
"A little," she said, still looking out at the clear blue sky.
"We need to talk about the wedding," she frowned, turning around. In the pit of her stomach lay a dark thought.
What if he wanted to cancel the wedding? What if he was finally tired of her?
"I-I don't, Is it me?" He sighs, running his hand through her hair.
"Silly little girl, it's about the date," she felt her body relax immediately as he kissed her head picking her up, and carried her to their couch. Their mantle continued to burn a fire in the cold season, the sound of wood burning was satisfying for her to listen
