Chapter 22: The Unspoken Truth
The scent of fresh pine and crisp winter air surrounded Olivia and Noah as they made their way back to the cabin. Their hands remained entwined, a silent promise neither was willing to break. The afternoon sun had begun its descent, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold. Inside, the warmth of the fire welcomed them, and Olivia shed her coat, sighing in contentment. "That was nice," she murmured, rubbing her hands together for warmth. Noah smirked. "Nice? That was the most romantic walk of your life. Admit it." She laughed, rolling her eyes as she moved toward the kitchen. "Alright, alright. It was romantic. Happy now?" "Very," he said, following her and leaning against the counter as she reached for two mugs. "So, what’s next for us, Olivia?" She hesitated, her hands pausing
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