His arms fastened around my waist and I leaned back against him, using his shoulder as a pillow.
“Let’s see…” I mused. “If I were a weather, what would I be?”
Visions of painful treks through blizzards, icicles hanging from every orifice rushed to the forefront of my mind. I cocked my head up at him, “Why?”
He looked at me for a long moment. “It’s magical.”