Days passed, and the relationship of Alvaro and Rozarria improve each passing day that even the people around them started to notice. Not that they were hiding it in the first place.
They finally reached the last camping site, and in the earliest hour of the morning, they would set out to climb the peak. Judging by the time, they might reach the summit by Christmas.
Opening his eyes, Alvaro saw Rozarria sleeping so soundly against his chest, snuggled to perfection in his arms.
She's so adorable!
His hand drifted to her hip and pulled her closer. This action, however, had woken Rozarria. Lifting her head, she made eye contact with him.
"Good morning," Alvaro greeted, all smiles.
Rozarria felt the surge of warmth at seeing him, but she masked it in the form of a pout. "It's too early . . . ," she complained, irritated he had woke her from a peaceful slumber.
