“So you do think I’m cold?” I let out a slow breath. “Yeah, maybe I do. But I don’t think that’s wrong or bad or something that needs to be fixed. It’s part of your personality. You’re a little reserved. A bit hesitant towards people.” I take her hand in mine and she doesn’t resist for a moment. “But it also feels like I won the fucking lottery knowing you’re no longer hesitant towards me. I like that you’re a tough one to crack, because when I say something stupid and get to see you smile, I know it’s only for me. And that smile, it’s all warmth.”
