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To: Carlisle Cullen

From: Platinum Cars

Pickup at LHR 23:00, Saturday 23rd October. Meet at arrivals. Name "Masen." Drop off at 45 Park Lane.

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To: Carlisle Cullen

From: Edward Masen

Pack a bag; you're staying at the hotel with me until Monday. Then we're going away. We can stop off and pack you a suitcase on Monday morning. You have got a passport, right?

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To: Carlisle Cullen

From: Tanya Denali

Have a good week off. Take lots of photos. I'm still horribly jealous. Ask Edward if he has any rich, hot friends for me.

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Heathrow is strange at night. It never really sleeps, but there is a definite air of calmness, which doesn't ever occur during the day. Normally, I much prefer to be here at night, there is far less chance of being jostled, and I feel a lot calmer.

Tonight, however, is a different story.

Edward's arrival has got me on edge, not necessarily in a bad way, but enough to make a usually stress-free airport run a little more loaded. It's been two months since I last saw him, and so much has happened. Add that on to this mystery trip that Tanya won't fucking shut up about, and I feel like I'm a little out of control. I'm praying that while Edward's here, I can get a handle on any OCD exacerbations before they really start, but right now it seems like an ambitious task. I've cleaned like a fucking maniac all week.

I wish I could just chill out.

Coffee probably isn't a good plan at this time of night, but I don't like deviating from my routine too much; I buy us a hot chocolate each instead. It's pretty chilly tonight, so I'm sure he'll be glad of the warmth of his drink, if nothing else.

I pull at my tie as I look up towards the arrivals screen. Edward's flight information is showing that he should be at baggage claim now, so I head over to the gate. I've been pacing the arrivals hall for the last half hour, unwilling to sit on any of the seats here, and I'm fairly sure the airport security guards have got their eyes on me for looking suspicious. At least if I'm by the arrivals gate, it's a little more obvious that I'm waiting for someone.

If the two polystyrene cups and single red rose I'm holding aren't enough of a clue.

I deliberated about the flower; I wasn't sure if it was a bit too much. Once the idea was in my head, however, it wouldn't leave, and I stopped at a florist after my last drop off this afternoon. I'm not entirely sure what we're going to do with it, although I'm sure Edward's hotel will be able to provide a vase for it. I've completely over thought the gesture – as usual – and I've gone to throw the thing away at least six times since I bought it.

Somehow, the rose has survived intact, and as long as I can make it through the next ten minutes without crushing it, the idea will have been a success.

There aren't that many people waiting at the airport, another reason night journeys are much more relaxing for me. People are less keen to see their long-lost relatives when it's the middle of the night.

I glance around, playing my usual game of trying to figure out who people are waiting for. Thanks to Edward, though, my immediate thought is that everyone is a swinger, and it's a really difficult thing to get out of your head once it's there. I give up, and focus on the translucent screen, trying to make out Edward's form before he appears in the hall.

He takes fucking forever to get out. I don't know why I'm surprised; he has bags for two weeks with him, and no Emmett to help – he's probably wrestling with the luggage carousel.

Finally, the doors slide open and I get a glimpse of him. He's got a luggage trolley with a wonky wheel, and is clearly completely fed up with it. His hair is all over the place, and he looks utterly exhausted. His eyes meet mine just before the doors close, and a smile takes over his face. I move around to a better position so that I can take the trolley from him as soon as he emerges, and hide the rose behind my back. I didn't plan to make it a big thing, but time isn't on my side, and Edward is closing in on me before I can change my mind.

"Fucking thing," he grumbles, sliding the trolley off to the side of us. He takes one of the cups from me, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my lips.

"It's not coffee," I warn him.

"What is it?" he frowns. I love that a change in routine is as unnerving to him as it is to me.

"Hot chocolate."

He grins, and takes a swig, sighing in pleasure as he does.

"Thank you," he whispers with a small smile, his free hand cupping my face.

"You're welcome." I'm pleased he's happy, and even more pleased he's here. I pull my hand from behind my back, and offer him the flower. "I, uh, got you this, too."

His smile widens as he takes it from me. "Do you still have to be professional?" he asks, spinning the rose slowly in his hand. "Because I really want to kiss the shit out of you right now."

I glance around before answering with a grin. "I probably do here. But the car park's pretty dark."

"Lead on!" he laughs, wrestling with the trolley once more. I take it from him as we walk out, and his hand comes to rest on my lower back. I can't bring myself to stop him, anymore than I can imagine Tanya has spies out at this time of night.

Edward helps me move his bags into the car, arranging them around mine, and the minute I get back from returning the trolley, he pushes me up against the side of my car. A fleeting thought runs through my brain – I'm glad I had the car washed this evening – but it's soon pushed out as Edward's lips meet mine.

"I've fucking missed you," he murmurs as I break our kiss to tease at his neck. I laugh softly, my hands running through his hair as his slip underneath my jacket.

"I've missed you, too," I admit. Reluctantly, I push him back from me. "Come on, let's go to the hotel."

"Is the thought of our clothes sitting in our bags bothering you?" he teases.

I roll my eyes and push him around to his side of the car. It wasn't bothering me until he mentioned it.

Edward automatically sits in the front with me, and I can't bring myself to make him move to the back. It's practically midnight, and I'm almost on leave now anyway. Tanya can fucking shove it.

The drive to the hotel isn't too bad, another bonus of doing jobs at this time of night. Most road users are taxis, and they are in just as much of a rush as I am. Edward's hand is teasing at my thigh the entire journey, his rose lying in his lap while he sips at his hot chocolate.

Once his drink is finished, he places it in the cup holder – much to my satisfaction – and picks up his flower again.

"I didn't buy you anything," he apologises.

We're stuck at a red light, so I reach over and squeeze his thigh. "It's okay. It was a snap decision. I wasn't doing it because I wanted anything in return." I decide not to tell him how much I deliberated about giving it to him. "Anyway, you're taking me on holiday; I think I owe you a few flowers for that one." Despite all my protests, Edward wouldn't accept any money from me to pay for the trip. And he still won't tell me where we're going.

His hand comes to rest over mine on his thigh, and he shifts them slightly higher. "How long until we reach the hotel?"

I smile. "Not too long."

"And we'll have to unpack when we get there?"

"Yeah. Unless you can be quick," I laugh.

"It's been two months since I last saw you; I don't think speed will be a problem." I can hear the smile in his voice as I turn my attention now back to the road, and I'm glad he's still okay about my issues. I keep thinking one day he'll be completely fed up with them – they're not something I can get rid of, sadly.

"How about we shower together first, to take the edge off?" he suggests. "Then we can unpack, naked."

I consider this for a minute, and find myself agreeing. It seems like a good compromise, and I'm never going to turn down a shower – especially one with Edward.

My foot presses down on the accelerator. "Okay."

~-DTD-~

I glance around at my bedroom, trying to decide if I've forgotten anything. Edward has brought two suitcases with him, which are both waiting for us in the car. He brought his carry-on bag up with him though, and I'm not sure why.

Edward refused to let me unpack one of his suitcases when we arrived at the hotel in London, claiming it was full of stuff for our trip. I haven't dared look, but I'm a little concerned that I'm about to spend six days locked in a basement at his mercy.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I fold some clothes into my suitcase. Edward has vetoed anything designed for warm climates, and yet insisted I bring swim shorts. If it's cold, I'm not going to be getting in any pools. I hold everything up for him before I pack it, and he nods or shakes his head, a smug grin on his face the entire time.

"You'll find out the minute we get to the airport," he points out, as he rummages through his own bag. "Can't you just be patient?"

I thought he might have realised that patience isn't one of my strongest characteristics. I've begged him for the last two days to tell me where we're going, I've offered blow jobs, massages, and anything else I can think of, but he wouldn't budge. It's fucking annoying.

In all honesty, it's a little cute, too. He's so excited for our trip. I am too, although I'd be more excited if I knew where we were going.

"I guess so," I grumble. "I can't believe you weren't even swayed by sex, though."

"You'd give it up whether I told you or not," he laughs, throwing me a pair of gloves from his bag.

I try to look offended, but he's completely right. I did.

"Keep those in your carry on," he nods at the gloves. "And these." A hat and scarf hit me in the chest in quick succession. Where the fuck are we going?

I put them in my bag, and glance back at him. "Have I got everything now?"

"Yeah, and anything you don't have, I've got for you. Let's go."

I double-check that everything is turned off in my apartment, and we head back to my car. We deliberated on whether or not I should drive to the airport, but paying for long-term parking is a small price to pay for the luxury of being able to get into your own car when you get home.

Edward grabs my hand as we walk through the airport doors. "Is it weird that my heart kind of felt like I was leaving again? I fucking hate walking into this airport."

It feels different for me: I'm here a lot. I'm not in my work clothes anyway, and, right now, I'm too busy wondering where we're going to be sidetracked by bad memories.

Nevertheless, I squeeze his hand, happy that, for once, we can have this contact while we're here.

"Do I get to find out where we're going yet?"

"You're worse than a child, you know that?"

I grin, but don't reply, too busy scanning the check-in screens that we're heading towards. They're all British Airways flights, so they're for all over the fucking place.

Berlin.

Reykjavik.

Madrid.

New York.

Chicago.

My heart lurches. I'm not sure I'm ready to meet the family, not without warning, anyway.

Edward guides us past the Chicago check-in desk, though, seemingly oblivious to it, and my heart finally stutters back into a normal rhythm. I might have had to kill him if he'd sprung that on me.

Finally, he turns us towards a desk. It's a general first-class one, of course, so I wait impatiently for someone to clue me in.

Edward hands our tickets over while I heft the first of his two suitcases onto the conveyer belt. You'd think for first class passengers there would be someone to do this shit for them.

"And you're flying to Reykjavik today, sir?" the clerk enquires.

Edward shoots a quick look at me before confirming that we are.

"Iceland?" I stupidly ask. I know exactly where Reykjavik is. No fucking wonder I don't need sun cream.

"Yeah, I'll explain more later. Is it okay, though?"

I nod, and we continue through the check in. I can't imagine what we can do in Iceland; I don't know anything about it, apart from that it has volcanoes that disrupt everyone's travel plans.

Maybe we'll get stuck there. I can't speak Icelandic, but I wouldn't put it past Edward to be fucking fluent. There are always online courses, anyway. I guess we could cope.

We fly through security and before I know it, I'm stepping into an executive lounge and trying to scoop my jaw off the floor. Edward guides me to some comfy looking chairs in a quieter corner, and kisses me gently.

"You're so fucking cute."

"I'm used to battling it out with the poor people," I laugh. "This is all a bit different."

He smiles. "Well, help yourself to any food in here, it's all free. We've got a few hours to kill, and even first class food isn't great. It's worth stocking up here."

I nod, and we go to pour ourselves some coffee and get some fruit.

"So, Iceland?" I ask when we're settled back in our seats.

"Yeah," he grins. "I thought we could see the northern lights. I know you like taking photos, and I can't think of many things more spectacular to capture. And during the day we can go dog sledding or something. I haven't planned much out; I wanted to choose what we did together seeing as I've dictated the place."

I sip my coffee while he speaks, trying to wrap my head around where we're going.

"We're staying in a four star hotel," he continues. "It's got hot tubs, and a bunch of other stuff, but if you're anything like me, your brain gets stuck on hot tub."

I laugh because he's right; I don't think I'll be getting the image of us in a hot tub out of my head any time soon.

I put my coffee cup down and curl my hand around the back of Edward's neck. His eyes are shining with excitement, his smile is completely contagious, and he looks utterly charming. I press my lips to his, only a small measure of what I really want to do, but I'm sure that as accommodating as they are in here, they wouldn't appreciate me stripping him down.

"Thank you," I whisper, leaning my forehead against his. "It all sounds amazing. Much better than anything I was thinking of."

"What did you think I had planned?" His thumb is slowly stroking along my jaw line, and it's not making concentrating on this conversation any easier.

"Oh I don't know, really. Something to do with basements and chains."

He raises an eyebrow at me, and I laugh. "I don't know. You wouldn't let me see in that suitcase and I couldn't think what sort of stuff you'd have in there. I guess my thoughts ran away from me."

"No shit!" He shakes his head at me, clearly amused at my admission. "The suitcase has got proper winter shoes and jackets in. Things that might have given it away."

That makes a lot more sense.

A slight blush takes over his cheeks, and I try to figure out what's caused that reaction.

I don't have to wait too long for him to speak, though.

"There's a camera in there, too. For you, I mean. The travel agent said you needed a decent camera out there, and I wasn't sure how good yours was. I didn't want you to drop it in the snow and be left with nothing, and they said you needed a tripod really anyway..."

I shut his rambling up with a kiss.

"Thank you. Again. I'm not sure how I'm going to pay you back for all this."

"Easy," he nods. "Nudity and blowjobs."

~-DTD-~

"Are you sure we're not going to be murdered?" I ask Edward as I unpack our clothes. The hotel is in the middle of nowhere, and it looks like the setting for a fucking horror movie.

"It's not down on my itinerary, no. I'm sure we'll be fine." He's busy checking out what channels we can get on the enormous flat-screen TV that's opposite a very comfy-looking bed. He's booked us into a suite here, informing me that he chose it based on the fact it looked the least cluttered out of all the suites. I dread to see the other ones if that's the case. There's stuff fucking everywhere. There's also a huge bed, a couch big enough for two to lie down, and inviting looking Jacuzzi-bath, and a to-die-for view from our balcony. I really can't complain.

"I'm giving you to the axe-murderer, should he appear," I inform him. "You go to the gym; you have more chance of beating him than I do."

Edward tears his eyes away from the screen to frown at me. "Maybe I'll hand you over first. He can kidnap you for a ransom from me."

"Would you pay it?"

"Eh, maybe" he shrugs, and I gently throw a guidebook at him.

He stands up and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around me while his head nuzzles at my neck. "I wouldn't even let him take you. Don't worry; I'm fairly sure we're safe here. This hotel is pretty well equipped; they've probably got an anti- axe-murderer system in place."

"Every good hotel should have one," I agree.

"How's unpacking going?" he asks. He's been ridiculously patient while I sort everything out. "We need to go and eat soon."

"I'm almost done. Have we got time for a shower?"

"When you say shower..." he trails off.

"I mean a getting clean shower, not a getting dirty shower," I confirm.

"We have time for that, yeah. I think if we try anything else we'll miss the food, though, and I'm fucking starving. Getting dirty with you will just have to wait." He sighs dramatically, and I laugh at his attitude.

"We spent the last two days in bed together; I think recuperation is in order." Seriously, I think he fucked my leg muscles into jelly. It was amazing, but I need a day off.

He nods, kissing my cheek softly before pulling away. "I'll grab a shower now, then, while you finish off. Is that okay? I feel like I've left you to do all the work."

"I'd only redo everything you did, anyway," I admit. "It's a holiday, you relax."

Edward darts off to get ready while I unpack the last of our things. We're here until Saturday, but there seems to be enough clothes to last us a lot longer; apparently, we're going to be layering up while we're here. I'm not sure I like that idea.

When we're both finally ready, we wander down to the restaurant. It's beautifully laid out, and is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows – I'm betting the view is fantastic when it's light enough to see outside.

I pick my menu up, pleased to see that it is in both Icelandic and English. However, when I see some of the dishes, I feel the need to check the translation is correct.

"There's puffin and reindeer on here," I whisper to Edward, slightly horrified. "Imagine eating Rudolph. Seth would kill me."

Edward grins at me. "I think Rudolph lives in Lapland, so you should be safe."

"I'll pass, just in case. I wouldn't want to inadvertently ruin Christmas forever just for the sake of a new experience. I'll have the lamb."

Edward chooses salmon – clearly, neither of us are feeling very adventurous.

We decide that we'll stay up tonight to try to catch the northern lights. The hotel offers a wake up service, but I need to test out the camera that Edward bought, anyway. I'd rather not be trying to snap a picture while I fumble with the instructions at the same time.

Edward orders us a warm chocolate cake to share for dessert. For ten minutes, we become one of those couples that I usually absolutely hate. We feed each other bites of cake, fruit, and ice cream, through giggles and blushes.

Our teasing mood continues back in our room, where I decide that I have recuperated for more than long enough.

Once we've thoroughly tested how sturdy the bed is, we realise it's time to go out and wait for the lights. Edward has brought all kinds of gear with him, and by the time we're ready to leave the room, I look like the Michelin Man. My arms rest at a forty-five degree angle to my torso and my hearing is completely dulled by the headgear I'm wearing. Edward zips my jacket up for me, and leans towards me to rub his nose against mine.

"You look adorable," he laughs.

I roll my eyes. "Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." He's just a bundled up as I am, but he manages to look like a rugged Arctic explorer with it, whilst I look like a fat man made of tyres.

We head outside with the camera and its equipment, and two thermoses full of hot chocolate. I'm not sure my arms will bend to reach my mouth, but I'll give it a good try.

A hotel worker kindly talks me through the best settings on the camera to use, and I scribble them all down, my cold hands making my handwriting all but unreadable. Having them written down makes me feel better though – I wouldn't want to fuck up the photo of a lifetime.

We wait for a few hours, sneaking back into the hotel in turns, needing to warm up. The lights don't show, and by two a.m., both of us are feeling the effects of our ridiculously long day.

I turn the camera onto us, pull our jacket hoods down, and snap a quick picture, needing something to prove we sat the night out, despite not seeing the lights. I have a quick look at the picture to make sure the new settings haven't messed up being able to take photos of people. Our noses and cheeks are red from the low temperatures, despite all our protective gear, both of us have got completely wild hair – we look fucking ridiculous. I laugh before showing it to Edward.

"Wow, don't we look cute," he smiles, as he replaces his hat, and then puts mine on for me, too. It's too cold to last for long without one.

"That's one word for it." I grumble, but I have a feeling this will end up being one of my favourite photos of us. We both have jobs where image matters so much; it's nice to have someone that I can relax with, and not have to worry.

~-DTD-~

I flop down on the bed, completely exhausted. We've spent all day outdoors on a Jeep tour to a national park. Edward tried – and failed – to get me to ride a horse while we were there. We hiked around instead, which was probably no easier on my poor legs, but at least I didn't have to rely on something with its own brain to get me around. The national park was beautiful, though; I got some great photographs of the geysers and a fucking stunning waterfall.

It's our second full day here, we spent yesterday relaxing – our one trip out was a helicopter ride over a volcano. Nothing like the exertion of today.

"Come on," Edward grabs my hand and hauls me back up. He is inexplicably still full of energy. Maybe I should start going to the gym, after all. "Put your swim shorts on, and let's go relax in the hot tub outside."

The hot tubs are geothermal, and we haven't had a chance to try out the one on our balcony yet – something that we're both keen to rectify. However, every muscle in my body is aching, and even the thought of the hot tub isn't enough to make me willing to move.

"Can't we just lie in bed instead?" I ask.

"No. We can lie in bed at home." I try not to react too strongly to his referral to London as 'home.' Edward doesn't seem to notice, though. "We're only here for a few days. I'll throw you in fully clothed if you're not quick," he warns, walking out to uncover the tub and turn it on.

By the time he comes back in to change, I am up and undressing, albeit slowly. Once we're both ready, we dash outside. Even with the balcony heaters on, it's fucking freezing outside, and I playfully shove him out of the way so I can reach the warm water first. He jumps in next to me, splashing me with water as he does.

I frown at him, and he grins unapologetically while I wipe the water off my face. When I've dried off enough, he throws his arm over my shoulders.

"What do you want to do tonight? Stay up, or use the wake up service?"

I'm desperately in need of sleep, but the thought of rushing round in the middle of the night, pulling on clothes, and running outside is unappealing.

"I think we should stay awake," I decide. "If that's okay with you?"

Edward nods, tracing circles on my shoulder with his fingertips. "That's okay. We can sleep in tomorrow morning. I can't imagine you'll feel much like doing much anyway, given the amount of fuss you made about even coming out here. You'll be even sorer tomorrow."

I can't help the grin that forms at his words, even though he meant them innocently. "Is that a promise?"

There's a beat while Edward tries to understand my words, and then his grin matches mine. "Of course."

We sit under the stars for a while, the water keeping us warm enough to stand the low temperatures, and Edward's teasing touches and gentle kisses make me unwilling to move anyway. While I settle into his side, we talk about our day. Edward is still disappointed that I didn't get on a horse – he seems to have decided that cowboys are sexy. There would be nothing sexy about me riding a horse, but he won't believe me.

When it gets too cold, we run back inside, warming up together in a steaming hot shower. We have a quick meal together – once again sticking to food we recognised – before we bundle up ready to spend another few hours outdoors.

Even though we look completely ridiculous, I have to admit that Edward's suitcase full of goodies has been a lifesaver throughout this trip. I've got a feeling everything is high-end gear, and it has paid off; I'll be glad to return to England free of frostbite.

We set up camp in some chairs that the hotel provides for us, and I get my camera onto the right settings, before we sit back and wait. I'm so tired that I'm not really holding up my end of the conversation, and it's not long before Edward notices.

"You can nap, if you want? I'll wake you up if anything happens."

I shake my head and rub my eyes, the scratchy material of my gloves abrasive against my skin, and helping to wake me up a little. I grab one of our thermos flasks, and pour us both a drink, and as I do, a hotel worker comes running out.

"The cloud cover is heavy, but when it breaks, you need to have your camera ready," he warns.

I nod, finishing my drink quickly, burning my mouth as I do, before checking the settings are still right. Edward has got my digital camera, and he pulls that out, fiddling with it for a minute, before coming to stand next to me.

"Hey," he says, drawing my attention away from the sky. His gloved hand rests on the side of my head, his thumb trailing across my cheek. The touch is less unpleasant from him despite the coarse material, and I lean into his hand as he draws in a deep breath. A smile overtakes his face as I look into his eyes, and he finally speaks. "I love you."

My heart stutters in my chest. His declaration, while not entirely unexpected, has surprised me. Before I can reply, though, there are shouts from around us, and Edward points up to the sky.

"Get your photos," he laughs. "We can continue this conversation later."

I nod, still slightly overwhelmed by everything that's going on, but don't let him go without a kiss. I'm more than sure he knows how I feel, but the craziness of what's happening isn't the right moment to say it for the first time, so I turn my attention to the sky, and gasp. The cloud cover has broken to reveal a track of bright green across the black backdrop, and it's absolutely stunning. I smile at Edward, and see his expression reflecting mine, before I turn to the camera and start taking photographs.

The excitement in the air around us is almost palpable as more and more people emerge from the hotel. Edward and I are in our own bubble, though, and spend the next hour or two completely ignoring everything but each other and the sky.

We take it in turns to take pictures, each of us having different ideas about how to best capture the effects. When Edward's hands aren't on a camera, they're on me – holding my waist, or wrapped around me. He doesn't seem to want to let me go, and I feel the same way. While I haven't returned his words yet, I think he knows how I feel. I need to tell him soon, but here – surrounded by people, and distracted by the phenomenon above us – doesn't feel like the right time. He seems content enough with what has happened, but I feel bad that he opened himself up like that, and I haven't had the chance to return the sentiment.

Eventually, the turquoise tint that the sky has developed begins to disappear, and the return of the dark night drives people back indoors. We stay out for a little longer, not wanting the night to end.

I'm huddled over the camera when arms wrap around my waist tightly. I twist round in the embrace and see Edward smiling at me.

"Hi," I whisper.

Edward's smile widens, his eyes crinkling. "Why are you whispering?"

"I don't know," I laugh. "It's so quiet out here, it feels like I should."

"You know what else you should do?"

I shake my head.

"You should carry on the conversation we were having before we were so rudely interrupted by the second most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"The second?" I question, unashamedly fishing for compliments.

He nods, a teasing grin taking over his face. "The Cubs won back to back division titles a couple of years back. That was pretty beautiful, too."

I groan, unable to keep the smile off my face.

"So, the conversation..." he prompts.

"I think the conversation was done," I tease. "You said what you needed to say. Maybe you should go and see if your favourite baseball team will keep you warm at night."

I playfully try to wriggle out of his grip, and he holds me tighter.

"Carlisle, you realise when people ask us how you first told me you loved me, we're going to have to tell them that I wouldn't let you go until you did. I feel like your basement fantasy is almost coming true."

"It wasn't a fantasy," I protest. "It was a fear."

"Stop changing the subject," he whines, and I laugh at the look on his face. He really hates not getting his own way.

"Tell me again." He raises an eyebrow and I nod. "We can make this the story we tell people."

He pulls me so that our bodies are as connected as they can be, our freezing noses touching as he looks into my eyes. "I love you."

I smile, unwilling to tease and hide the truth any longer. "I love you, too."

AN#2: Life is still crazy - the next update will be around March 24th.

ETA: DTD has been nominated for an Engergize WIP award! Thank you to whoever nominated me! Voting runs from March 13th - March 20th :)