Sarah's POV
The air outside had turned crisp and white. By the time we reached Richard’s place, the snow was falling in soft, heavy flakes.
I loved that about the snow—the way it made the world feel like it was holding its breath, giving you a moment to pause, to savor.
Richard unlocked the door, and we stepped inside, brushing snow from our coats. His place felt different tonight—warm, inviting, with the glow of a low light casting soft shadows.
I felt myself relaxing as I looked around, taking in the little touches he’d added since I’d last seen it.
There were throw blankets on the couch, a few more framed photos on the shelves. It felt… homey, almost as if he’d made it ready for someone.
“You want tea or something warmer?” he asked, shrugging off his coat and giving me a half-smil
