Oh, Winter. My Winter. How can I not be, right now?
[His expression and tone both soften under Winter's gaze and touch like a fruit ripening under the sun. How can he not be? And how can he not lean in for the kiss, soft but hungry, his lips meeting Winter's in a slow motion crash of spreading warmth?]
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Date: 2018-11-25 04:23 am (UTC)[His expression and tone both soften under Winter's gaze and touch like a fruit ripening under the sun. How can he not be? And how can he not lean in for the kiss, soft but hungry, his lips meeting Winter's in a slow motion crash of spreading warmth?]