I haven't been able to give up any of my winter pajamas, but much of the space in my suitcase is taken up by cosmetics and anti-inflammatory creams that I can't help living without.
I snort when I feel the snowflakes resting on my long lashes, as I take small steps at a time towards the door of the house, inhaling fresh air every time I lift the suitcase to carry it, leaving my friend behind.
I look around curiously and, even if I cannot grasp many details, I realize that the house is not as gigantic as our villa, but it is quite large since it rises two floors and continues at its the right side with another structure made by a single floor.
I start knocking, throwing a quick glance at Meredith, but I don't have time to call her that the door opens and the figure of Ethan appears in front of me, for the first time in a suit and without jeans or short-sleeved shirts: the sweatshirt he is wearing now seems to widen his huge shoulders, while his hair is more disheveled than usual, but I try not to get distracted when he leans his shoulder against the door jamb, crossing his arms to his chest and looking at me bully:
"You were going to the North Pole and then you changed your mind?" - he asks with so much irony that I decide not to give him importance, slaughtering him with my eyes, and then squeezing me back into my giant jacket:
"Move!" - my voice is muffled by the scarf covering my mouth, but as soon as I grab the suitcase and enter the warm and welcoming living room, he anticipates me:
"I'll do it by myself!" - I exclaim when I realize that he wants to help me carry the suitcase to my room, but his impassive voice leaves me stunned:
"Shut up." - his voice sounds more hoarse than usual, perhaps because of the cold, but I decide to let him do it when I understand that I have no other choice, while I see him turn his back and contract the muscles under his sweatshirt.
I take advantage of his departure to take a step forward and hurry to close the door behind me in order not to let the snowflakes enter into the living room.
I broaden a smile when my eyes fall on the flames that light up the fireplace on the other side of the living room.
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