Arriving In Snowmelt City

The Snowmelt City was covered in a thick layer of snow. The temperature was so low that breath came out as fog that quickly dissipated into the air.

Ronan pulled Lucien's coat tighter around his slender frame.

"Bundle up," he whispered into his lover's ear. "Else you will get sick."

A sweet smile appeared on Lucien's face. His cheeks were reddish from cold, giving him unintended blush.

"Mmn," Lucien mumbled. In return, he wrapped Ronan's scarf tighter around the man's neck and tucked the ends into his jacket. "You too, don't get sick."

Ronan grabbed Lucien's hand, intertwining their fingers as they walked slowly out of the arrival area.

"I can't wait to get to the hotel soon," Ronan said, shivering despite the thick layers of clothes around his body.

If it were up to him, he would have picked a warmer destination. Maybe a tropical island in Asia. They could swim or sunbathe during the day and then melt in each other's arms at night.