frost || h.s

forty-one

“is that all?” he

questioned raising his

eyebrows, as they

walked hand in hand

on the sidewalk.

she bit her lip

jumping over the cracks,

harry laughing at

her childish ways.

“mmm,” she said,

jumping over another

crack.

“kay,” he said.

“haz” she mocked.

stopping in front of her

house, he let go of her

hand.

instantly, both of

their hands grew

cold in absence

of each other’s

warmth.

“maybe,” she smiled.

“maybe,” he repeated.

nodding her head

her gaze fell upon her

front door and then

back to harry,

“stay the night?”