The wind blew through the dense and dark forest, making it seem like the trees wanted to hug each other and seal every bit of light from penetrating into the place. And in the midst of this landmass, we lay on the cold grass, facing each other.
I couldn't move an inch from my position even with the cold draft touching my skin. My arms were wound around the half-asleep man, whose black leather jacket was spread like a blanket on the two of us. I was truly surrounded by warmth all around with his body heat on my front, but the sneaky wind was still able to make its little way around my neck and my extremities.
"I thought you had become resistant to the cold," muttered his husky voice in my ear. "Whatever happened to that?"
"I can never adapt to the cold climate, unlike you, sir," I answered. "Plus, this is the mountain wind and it always seems to get me shivering right before it makes me catch a wonderful cold."
