Gloria threw her arms around his neck, felt the sandpaper of his face against hers, caught that smell of his that still melted her knees. “You come back to me,” she whispered. He lifted his hat and pulled off Gloria’s sealskin cap so he could kiss her forehead and tug at those blond curls. “Always have, Glori. Always will.”
If that doesn’t melt snow I don’t know what does ..awww
