Making Plans

Zane~

Warmth. That was all I felt.

It was like the first light of dawn after a long, cold night. Natalie's arms were wrapped around me, her face buried in my chest, her scent enveloped me in a familiar and soothing way. I held her just as tightly, feeling her small frame tremble against me; afraid that if I let go, she'd disappear again.

I didn't realize how much I needed this. The comfort. The peace.

We created a little bubble around ourselves until the white-haired man, cleared his throat, reminding me that we weren't alone. I glanced up to see him exchanging a look with the golden-brown-haired man.

The white haired man smirked. "We'll give you two some space. Make yourselves at home."

The golden brown haired man pointed at me. "Don't make her cry."