"Sabrina?"

Devan asked quietly, apparently thinking for a moment that she had fallen asleep. With her eyes still fixed on the outside, she replied:

"Yes?"

"I thought you were asleep."

She smiled softly. God, why did she love this moment so much, the moment of warmth and happiness when she was with him, being thoughtfully talked to by him, hearing that gentle and loving voice. Having him press his face to his hair, being teased by him with unexpected cheek strokes or funny jokes. Those are the moments that she wished she could just stop time, so that she could live forever in that wonderful and happy moment.

With you by my side.

[...]

Then a certain girl suddenly removed her dreamy eyes from the poetic scenery outside, turned to face the boy she loved the most. She reached out her hand to gently touch that statue-like beautiful face, her heart beat fast, her emotions began to fluctuate. He also reached out and grabbed her thin but small hands, he and she, two people who loved each other with two hearts that were beating together. Then without letting him prepare in advance, she suddenly leaned up and placed her lips on his, she sensed that he was confused at first by her unprepared action, but then he caught up with him. okay, he kissed her back.

The kisses were passionate, full of emotion and the taste of love she had never felt until now.

Devan was still sitting on the edge of the chair, and he suddenly picked her up, just like when she was injured in the woods. She snuggled into his arms, smiling happily, and he gave her what she and he both wanted: sweet kisses. With one hand he held her, the other gently slipped behind her long black hair, teasing her. She, on the other hand, wrapped her arms around his neck, occasionally pulling away from the kiss to press her face against his chest, to hear his heart beat.

His hair was drooping now, she saw it and laughed and then reached out to straighten him, pushing back the brown strands that were hanging from his forehead, so that they didn't obscure his perfect face, the face of the boy she loved the most.

"Thank you."

He replied softly. She didn't say anything, just gently kissed his cheek, whispering:

"I love you, Devan Key."

A certain boy smiled happily and then hugged that girl and placed sweet, passionate kisses on her lips on a winter night with the weather cutting flesh.