"This was not how I expected my night to end." She sighs sleepily. My fingers run lazily up and down her spine, until goosebumps break out on her flesh. The languid, simple movement is just another part of this day that I never want to lose. "Me either. But, I don't want to leave," I whisper against her hair. I want to make sure that no matter what happens after the snow begins to melt, I've permanently etched myself inside the walls of her heart and that she never forgets Finn Mayberry.
