"God, you do sound like a pom, you've definitely been here too long," Tristan teases over the way I unintentionally pronounced yoghurt in a British accent.
"Have not! Although the winters here are chilly, I miss our summer Christmases."
"That's okay, I'm here to keep you warm."
I bite my lip, loving how close he is to me. "So, what are you doing all the way out here?"
He smirks at me, his gaze full of warmth. "I think you have an idea, no?"
My cheeks warm as he huddles closer to my body, his height towering over me. We're standing on the end of Waterloo Bridge, the River Thames and the London Eye lying behind us like a beautiful backdrop. It's dark and the surrounding trees on the footpath are beautifully bright, adorned in blue lights. It was drizzling earlier, but it's now stopped
