![]() ![]() We walk together up the porch and we stop in front of the door with our eyes on each other. ![]() Ari briefly releases my hand as he steps out and I follow close behind him. The car turns off into my driveway before I can think of an answer. Is he warming up? Or am I getting colder? I watch as our fingers entwine and I start to wonder when exactly it was when his hand started to lose its icy coldness. At some point on the journey, Ari reaches for my hand and I let him take it. We ride back to my house in a comfortable silence. He cracks a smile and makes even the most passive thoughts in my heart come true with the wave of his hand. ![]() It honestly doesn’t matter where it came from or how it got there. I start to question where it came from but I immediately swallow it off my tongue. Ari’s black car is parked by the cabin when we step outside. ![]()
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