#Chapter 500: Small Hands

Olivia The morning air was cold and crisp as Nathan loaded his suitcase into the car. I stood beside him, still in my pajamas, shivering in the chilly wind. A slight mist had settled over the landscape, which only added to the cold. “You’re sure you have everything?” I asked, trying to restrain my teeth from chattering as I spoke. Nathan nodded and turned to face me. His cheeks were rosy from the cold, but the wind didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. He had always been like that; always more of a wintery kind of person than a summery one. I was the opposite. “You should get back inside,” he said softly. “It’s cold out here.” I managed a small smile. “I don’t mind being cold for a few minutes.” We just stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds, unsure what to say, before Nathan opened his arms and pulled me in for a warm hug. I stiffened for a moment before letting myself relax somewhat against his cool peacoat. During the moments that I leaned into him,