Since the gang had gotten out from Colter, life seemed to be going better, all things considered. It was nice being out of the bitter cold mountains, though mornings at Horseshoe Overlook weren’t much warmer at this time of year.

You had already gotten up, pouring yourself a hot cup of coffee and standing near the dwindling fire, a pair of strong arms wrapping around you firmly.

Charles tucked his face to the nape of your neck, his presence familiar and warm, he was not a morning person.