Snowflakes fell softly around Cassie and Damon as they strolled hand-in-hand through the park. The city glowed under a blanket of white, and laughter echoed from ice skaters gliding across the frozen pond nearby.
Cassie smiled up at Damon, feeling like she was living inside a dream.
“I used to hate winter,” she said, squeezing his hand. “It always felt cold and lonely.”
Damon glanced down at her, his dark eyes warm. “And now?”
“Now,” she said, stepping closer to him, “it feels magical.”
He stopped walking, pulling her against him. “That’s because we made it ours.”
Cassie rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It still amazed her how easily he had become her home.
“How about we make another memory tonight?” Damon suggested.
She tilted her head
