Mr Cold Is Not That Cold Anymore

(Arata)

The whole night I slept in his arms, every time I shuddered just a fraction, his hold on me would tighten, keeping me glued to his sweltering body. 

He whispered something each time, too, but I was too sleepy to decipher. 

Mr Cold was Mr Warm now. 

To my dismay, I woke up alone nestled between many soft pillows, the dolphin one in my embrace. 

Instantly I missed his warmth and strong arms. 

And then the night's events played like a film in front of my eyes. A blush descended on my cheeks which should have mixed with mortification. 

But all I felt was this warm glow that seemed to have thrown open my heart and settled right inside. 

And its name was, Karsten. 

At that moment, I knew, no matter what I was going to do from that point forward, that haughty, difficult, broody and moody man had taken residence in my heart.