Amelia
Dewi was right , a welsh beach in December was cold. The wind was biting as it sent icy sea spray over us. Each blast of cold air seemed to catch Rhydians excited squeals and toss them back towards where we paced along behind him.
“Are you happy?”
I didn’t answer him, instead I snuggled into his side, my gloves hands tucking the thick wool scarf around my chin.
“Cold?” His arm snaked around my shoulders , pulling me in closet. He still felt warm, not as hot as he used to but the internal heat was still there. “I love you Ami Llewelyn, please tell me you are happy.”
“I know you do Dewi.” I closed my eyes for a second, gloved fingers brushing the gold collar under my many layers.
“But you aren’t saying you are happy, you aren’t saying it back?” His gloved hands were firm on my
