✴ Scarlett ✴
The night air was crisp, and I gripped my coat higher. The streetlights cast a soft glow over the freshly fallen snow, and the sound of distant laughter from the restaurant lingered in the background. Damien’s hand was warm around mine, his touch grounding me despite the cold.
“Want to take a walk?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. I glanced up at him, his breath visible in the chilly air.
“It’s freezing,” I replied, though the idea of spending more time with him was far more appealing than rushing home.
“We’ll keep moving,” he said with a small smile. “I promise you won’t turn into a popsicle,” I laughed softly, as I gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“All right, but you are responsible if I lose a finger to frostbite,” I teased, and he chuckled.
“Deal,” he said, hi
