When Heather woke up that night, she could hear the rain pouring outside. But she didn't feel cold as she was wrapped in a warm hug.
A smile crept up on her lips as she opened her eyes.
How many times did she imagine this scene?
That there will no longer be any wall between them and they would just be themselves?
"You have woken up."
Her smile went wider when she saw him watching her sleep.
"Have you slept?" she asked.
"I have, though I still woke up earlier than you are."
She glanced outside the window, "It is raining."
A thought came to her, sitting up.
"I want to eat some ice cream."
"Mango?" he followed sitting up as well.
She opened her mouth to speak when he said the flavor.
"Nostalgic."
She laughed, he beat her to the word.
"You... had that once, when we first had dinner together," he added, fixing her hair.
