London Love

But the warmth of his hand crawled through my icy, cold fingers feeling as if spring has already arrived. Somehow I felt very joyous and instantly forgot about the harsh, cold outside and grasped his hand tighter. When Jack finally turned his face to me I opened my mouth attempting to speak, but as I did he placed a finger over my lips, shaking his head as if saying "don't speak" then he leaned forward and passionately kissed me.
- London Love