“That’s not fair.” “Yes, it is.” I gave a peck on her lips. “When are you going to realize that making you happy makes me happy?” I’m afraid that she’s going to think I’m too much, but instead, she blinks and grins softly. “You’re too good for me.” “Wren,” I say as a gush of wind drags snow around us, shining in the moonlight. “Nothing could be too good for you.”
