I took the first step, which was always the hardest, and led with my walking stick, tapping it back and forth across the snow-covered ground. Archer's heat faded behind me the farther I drew away from him, his gaze a comforting pressure on my back as if he were helping to push me forward against the frigid wind.
I wanted him. The realization popped into my head so clear and complete and bright that it dashed another impossible smile across my face. I wanted him so much it hurt, more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life. I wanted to get to know him more, discover what made him beautiful on the inside, and out. I wanted to kiss him so much more, do things to him. Have him do things to me.
My head must've crested the hill because an onslaught of putrid smells carried on the wind, effect
