Dahlia gazed at the sky, inhaling the fresh morning air filled with the fragrance of the flowers. The next second, a chill ran down her spine as the cold wind suddenly started blowing.
She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. Just then, a familiar warmth enveloped her shoulders. A soft and heavy fur coat was draped gently over her. She turned her head swiftly.
"Sullivan!" Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.
Instead of retreating, Sullivan stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin lightly atop her head.
"Why are you up so early?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the garden blooming before them.
"You used to nag me for sleeping in till late," Dahlia replied with a teasing pout. "Now that I've finally learned to wake up early, you're still finding something to complain about."
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest.
