Clara
Dinner ends without me noticing when time passed.
There were no grand gestures, no extraordinary words, no impossible promises... But there was something better. Peace of mind... The kind that doesn't demand of you, that doesn't push you, that doesn't make you doubt everything you say or feel.
As we leave the restaurant, the cold night air immediately envelops me. I instinctively cross my arms over my chest, rubbing them lightly.
"It's cold..." I murmured.
I can't take another second step when I feel the movement next to me, Ethan.
He takes off his jacket without saying anything and, with a naturalness that disarms me, places it on my shoulders. The gesture is simple, But in me... it is not.
The heat of the fabric covers me, but that's not what makes me close my eyes for a se
