The fog swirled around them like a living thing, curling against the railing and drifting between the porch posts. Harmony shifted slightly, brushing her fingertips against the damp wood, her eyes flicking to Axel, whose presence felt impossibly close.
He stepped forward, closing the small distance between them. His hand hovered near hers, just inches away, teasingly. “You know,” he murmured, voice low, “I could stay out here all night, just like this.”
Harmony laughed softly, the sound carried and softened by the mist. “You? Out here, freezing? You’d complain the whole time.”
Axel’s lips quirked into a smirk. “I’d only complain if you weren’t here to warm me.” His fingers finally brushed against hers, light, playful, but enough to make her pulse spike.
She shivered, partly from the co
