[But the curl of his arm was the last straw on her pretending to be anything but happily content and she gives in with a sigh, snuggling in obviously now, eyes closing as she tucks her face in against the side of his. Being close to him fills a part of her that is always there, quiet and waiting these days. After a minute of letting the peace soak down and through her, without lifting her head, she murmurs:]
Do you remember what it was like, getting snowed into our houses as kids?
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[But the curl of his arm was the last straw on her pretending to be anything but happily content and she gives in with a sigh, snuggling in obviously now, eyes closing as she tucks her face in against the side of his. Being close to him fills a part of her that is always there, quiet and waiting these days. After a minute of letting the peace soak down and through her, without lifting her head, she murmurs:]
Do you remember what it was like, getting snowed into our houses as kids?