I hug my own body, feeling the grass under my foot. The wind continues to get stronger as I walk slowly to the other side of the house, where I see Tyler holding a large axe and chopping wood.
He has his back to me, but I keep watching him. The tall man is wearing a wool sweater, but I know he doesn't need it because he is naturally very warm.
I watch his strong arms lift the axe thoughtfully and chop new pieces of firewood. The wind blows against my face again, and this time he turns to look at me.
His golden eyes fix on me, and I feel my body shiver when I see him watching my legs. He puts the axe on the ground, and I approach walking with difficulty.
"You should be in bed; why are humans so stubborn?", he mutters with a serious expression, and I see him quickly approach me.
I know
