His gaze never left her from beginning to end, the deep pupils shining brightly because of her.
He closed the balcony door with a backhand, and not even a bit of wind or snow could blow in. Then he held his girl tightly in his arms.
What else could be done?
Even if she stabbed him in the heart, he couldn't let her feel cold.
The warmth transmitted from his chest and arms made Zayla gently smile and mutter "Um".
It made Lincoln interested.
Zayla was holding back her laughter, but the next second, she couldn't laugh anymore.
He picked her up with one hand and turned in place, shocking Zayla, who exclaimed.
"Lincoln!"
"Do you want to see me?"
Did he still dwell on this question?
"Yes, I do," she spoke softly in a whisper.
He was very satisfied, lifted his girl, and let her face him, hooking her waist and holding her securely.
He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.