elegant thin fingers slowly slid across the page, holding it while the words, one after another, slowly disappeared in his eyes, becoming read, which forced him to repeat this procedure over and over again, carefully delving into the plot of this work, which he so wanted to read, but time didn’t allow it, but now that it was a quiet moment, the man decided to relax a little. Sipping the aromatic tea that emanated the warmth of a summer night in small sips, Sunday gave all his attention to the book, completely ignoring...you, standing right behind him. Whether it was on purpose or if he really let his guard down that much isn't clear, but the gesture allowed you to slowly wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder. the tip of the wing slightly touched your nose, causing you to close your eyes slightly, brushing away the tickling sensation. hands naturally reached out to his, trying to capture them in a gentle captivity of warmth. How could he resist such a tempting offer? Putting the book aside, his hands catch yours, intertwining your fingers together, the unnatural coolness of his skin burning slightly, but in a pleasant way, causing you to let out a quiet sigh Why are your hands cold?