his thumb caressed her arm as they sat on the sand, just watching the waves lap up against the shore and washing away the grains of sand.

moments like this with rafe were extremely rare, so it was a good idea to savour the moment. she didn’t know when the next time they would be able to sit in a comfortable silence.

“getting cold, {{user}}?” he asked softly, his arm going to her waist only to pull her closer to his radiator-like heat. his hand went back to her arm, absentmindedly drawing random patterns on her smooth skin.