It seemed that everyone else had been falling asleep.
Under the night sky, above the farm, there were only two of them.
When Irish could not tell whether he would be silent until dawn, she didn't expect to see him reaching for her. She lowered her head, looking at his hand. The moonlight made his palm print clearer, broad, and full of strength.
In her heart, the feeling became clearer and stronger. Irish actually began to be afraid.
Joseph looked at her, his eyes darkened a little, and then he took her hand and held it. She looked up at him in astonishment. He whispered, "Why are your hands so cold?"
She was in silence.
Joseph also did not intend to wait for her to answer, taking off his coat and placing it directly on her shoulder. Immediately, her breath was filled with his masculine scent, which had a heavy wood fragrance.
Then he took her hand again and clasped her fingers.
