In a playful surge of emotion, Emerald wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her cheek against his back.
In a gentle voice, she whispered, "I'm not cold anymore."
Beneath her gentle exterior, the true Emerald was as innocent and captivating as a child, naturally drawn to affection and tenderness.
As Alaric turned toward her, he gently lifted her and slowly lowered her to the side of the car's trunk. Her fair legs dangled, barely brushing against his pants as she sat, and the soft, cold sound of her anklet accompanied each movement.
The quiet clink of the anklet filled the still air.
Alaric placed his hands on either side of her, his intense gaze locking with Emerald's. His voice was low and meaningful in the cold night air. "Little Moon, have you missed me these past few days?"
Emerald felt as though she was falling into his eyes. She hadn't even done anything yet, but the force of his gaze was enough to weaken her.
