Recommended mood music: Nuvole Bianche played by Jacob's Piano on YouTube
The cold starlight glittering in the inky expanse above trickles an ambient glow over the quiet landscape, and in the space of a breath, a single arm blots out the chill.
She closes her eyes.
He surrounds her, wrapping around her ribs under her breasts as the subdued hues of a silken sleeve take possession of her and melt away the distance between them like ice too close to a flame.
"It's not raining," she whispers, leaning into him as serenity steals into her bones.
Lips softer than any man's have a right to be whisper over her cheekbone. "No."
