An Open Fire. With chloeas.
Oliver lay on the floor of the cabin, stretched out in front of the fireplace, watching the flames dance and flicker before him. He glanced up when he caught sight of movement from the corner of his eye and smiled a bit when he turned to see Chloe staring out the window at the rapidly falling snow.
"Don't tell me you wanna go back out there already," he teased. His hands and feet were still cold from spending so much of the day outside.
"Don't tell me you wanna go back out there already," he teased. His hands and feet were still cold from spending so much of the day outside.