The coffee was growing cold in his hand, though he didn’t notice. He was hoping the falling snow would distract him from what was racing behind them. All the warmth in his heart that came to mind at the mention of her name. The tingle of her hair playing through his fingers and the spark of his lips to hers.
All these places they’d been, but where were they going?
Light-brown hair tickled his arm as she leaned into him, “You’re up early.”
“Yeah,” he replied without looking.
“Took my warmth, jerk…”she murmured sleepily, snaking her arms into his robe.
Youske sighed, embracing her in return. “Chie…will you marry me?”
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