And that was when I saw it.
What? No way.
Beyond the glass, white flakes drifted past.
Oh my God. Snow.
My heart warmed.
So beautiful.
White flakes twirled in the early light, floating and swirling.
Delicate as lace.
Breathtaking.
I watched them drift past the window, completely mesmerized.
Snow on the island? But. . .
It had been warm yesterday. Kenji and I had been swimming in the water, enjoying his private island.
How could it be suddenly snowing now?
The snowflakes continued to lazily spin through the air. Some rose on invisible currents. Others simply floated.
And behind them, through the glass, an orange glow pulsed like a heartbeat.
Huh? What’s that?
I moved Kenji's arms and slowly began to get up.
He stirred instantly, brought his arm back, and tightened his hold.
I moved the heavy arm again.
A low, dark growl left him. “Tora?”
I smirked and pushed his arm away again. “I’m just going to the window.”
“Why?”
"Because it's snowing." I was already moving toward the edge of the bed and sliding out from under the covers.
“Snowing?”
“Yes.”
He yawned. “It shouldn’t be snowing.”
“I know.”
“It’s not winter.”
“I know, but it’s snowing.” My feet hit the cold floor as I rose from the bed. The loss of his heat hit me like grief, sudden and sharp.
The smell began to get stronger as I headed to the window. That roasting meat scent started to coat the back of my throat.
