She held his palms, rough against the cool air passing through small gaps of skin. She breathed the frost through her rasping throat, curling it with her tongue as it left her lips. He watched her with intent, his eyes unable to leave her. They moved with each other under the dim street lamps, their mitten covered hands bound tightly to one another. Finally, she managed to mumble those words, so soft and sweet as they wafted into the night sky, filling the stars with a drunken glow in their deepened atmosphere. Finally, he was able to receive them, take them in and feel his bones rattle, his heart race, and his mind pulse. They were in love, wandering on a bitter December, unable to comprehend the enormity of what they had tumbled to.