The wind in the early morning had turned into a bone-chilling blade, causing goosebumps all over the body.
Yvonne Finley raised her head with her vision blurry, looking at him vaguely.
Caleb Baker slightly bent over, turning his head to one side. As Yvonne heavily gasped for breath, he raised his hand and covered her mouth and nose.
This significantly controlled her chaotic breathing rhythm.
Between each breath, strands of warm air landed on his palm. As she inhaled, they transformed into a tingling chill.
The woman before him, apparently due to his behavior, was astounded. The quick breathing had caused tears to pool in her eyes, reddening the area around her eyes. It was a shallow red that projected vulnerability that led her to stare at him. The eyes were so gentle, painfully bright.
Caleb Baker looked down, inexplicably speaking, "Turn around."
Yvonne Finley had not reacted yet,
when he twisted her around by her shoulders, making her sit with her back towards him.
