They were meeting up at the top of the hill overlooking the city. He got there
before she did (he was usually early to rendezvous'). He didn't mind waiting
too much, he was used to it in fact. Hands were firmly tucked into the
pockets of his coat for warmth. Restless feet served to keep him pacing,
his breath clearly visible in the air. The chill crept down his spine whenever
it touched one of the few patches of exposed skin.
She was bundled up in layers. Her feet covered in suede boots lined in
fuzzy warmth,legs covered in jeans, two layers of sweaters enclosed
within a faux fur lined jacket. The long and flowing scarf she was fond
of wrapped her neck and mouth. Her dirty blond hair securely tucked
beneath a beanie with a fluffy pompom at the top. She walked within
kissing distance and pulled down the scarf that had been shielding her
face. She smiled as her breath materialized in front of her. Her blue eyes
had always been one of her most striking features.
"Didn't think you'd make." That was a lie, he knew she would. She gave him
a slight punch in the chest, not enough to hurt but just enough for a playful
shove. He grabbed her hand to pull her close. A tight body embrace, their
heads rested on each others shoulders. "You know I've missed you," she said
as she held him tighter, "I can't help it."
That closeness was all the truth or warmth they needed.
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