Nineteen
“Damn, it’s cold.” Darren blew into his hands, the small fire flickering in the middle of camp only heating us so much.
“Tell me about it,” I agreed. I clapped my frozen hands together, terribly tempted to just put them in the flames. A little burn wouldn’t be so bad compared to the freezing cold in my limbs.
“We’re never travelling in winter again,” Ashleigh agreed. She wrapped her slender arm around me, her gesture so mundane, and yet so incredibly tender. I could get used to this, but I hoped I never would.
I didn’t want to take her for granted, not now, not ever. The road to find her had been hard and strenuous, but it had been worth it.
“Are there more sausages?” Aspen waved one of the delicacies through the fire, the fat crackling enticingly. The fragrant and slightly s
