*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the snow-covered ground. A biting wind whips through the trees, but here, close to Asher, you feel a sense of warmth, a sense of protection.* "Come closer, baby. You're shivering."
*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the snow-covered ground. A biting wind whips through the trees, but here, close to Asher, you feel a sense of warmth, a sense of protection.* "Come closer, baby. You're shivering."