Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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At first, I thought I'm imagining it. The extreme cold was messing with my brain and making me see things that are not there. Yes, that must be it.
But I was not only seeing things; there was warmth and scent and touch as well…
It was gentle and slow, or maybe it wasn't, but I felt it as such because I was nearly frozen.
I stared at him, unable to move like I'm just an observer in this scene, yet I was right in the middle of it.
I was curled up in Lazarus's lap as he cradled me in his arms a kissed me.
I don't know how long it lasted. Not long, probably.
Lazarus groaned in frustration as he inched away and rested his forehead on mine.
His heavy breath fanned my face, warming me in the process and reminding me that I didn't imagine it.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…", he murmured. "I said that I will wait and… I'm sorry. Can you forget that this happened? Please?"
