“Remind me why we’re stuck here, Dare! What were we even thinking?”
Darren looks at the small white clouds of breath that dance in front of Chris’ lips. Somehow he doesn’t manage to feel completely sorry even though it’s probable that they’re going to freeze to death.
“I think it was you wanting to go on a walk.”
Chris scrunches up his nose, the tip
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love how mixing work and love slips out of Darren's mouth.
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