Chapter Thirty-Eight

My feet dug into the warm streaks of sand as I stood fingers intertwined with his, silently watching as the fiery, blazing ball the day brought slowly succumbed to the cold darkness the night gracefully blessed us with. The evening breeze gently brushed over my skin making me shudder. My shaky breaths were now visible through the air. Light fumes of vapour fanned out of my mouth anytime I breathed.

''Cold?'' Damian spoke.

I nodded.

He too had vapour coming out from his mouth. He sat on the shore and tapped the pad of sand by his side urging me to sit next to him.

''Shit-'' I cussed.

''What's wrong?'' He asked puzzled.

''The sand is as cold as ice''

Damian chuckled.

''I don't think the sand is the problem, love. There's just too much distance between our bodies.''

''- scoot closer- '' He ordered

I did.