Chance went slow as per Silas' command. The sun had disappeared behind the hills, passing the torch along for the moon to shine instead.
As for the breeze, it had turned cooler similarly to almost every other night.
Arabella enjoyed the winds caressing her face and playing with her hair all the while basking in the warmth that Silas' proximity provided.
Their hearts had long since synchronized to the same beat, leading their breaths to dance to a unique rhythm. One that perfectly married the flow of the gusts that glided about.
"You are not too cold, are you?" Silas leaned slightly forward and spoke with a buttery smooth voice.
"No," she smiled, "The fresh air is just sweet on my skin," she shook her head, eyes browsing her arms where the hairs did not stand.
Silence snuck in with the wind between them, but only momentarily.
Arabella quickly broke it, "I hadn't even realized how much I've missed this,"
