After dinner, we step out onto the street. Darkness stretches over the city, and the cold bites at my skin.. I rarely feel the chill, which means it must be freezing. A shiver betrays me, and before I can even react, Finn shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders.
"Thank you," I murmur, as he gently pulls it closed around me. He looks breathtaking in that shirt.
Finn shakes his head in wonder, eyes never leaving mine.
"I still cannot believe you are the girl from Verbier," he mutters in awe, "you were…fearless. Completely fluid on the slopes, flawless in every move. I was so impressed—enthralled...I found you so pretty," he pauses, shaking his head, “actually, what am I saying? Of course, you would end up being that girl from Verbier. I thought about her for months.”
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