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8|Warm

Huddled together under a thin blanket, they tried their hardest to stay warm. Fighting against freezing temperatures in the middle of the woods wasn't easy, but it was possible. They should've just gone back, at least to sleep in the car; but, in the dark, it would've been too dangerous to try and traverse the forest.

The man offered the woman a silver travel mug. Its contents were the only warm thing there. Even the fire had gone out. She sipped gratefully, letting it warm up her throat. She smiled a little bit and thanked him.

At that moment, the warmest thing was no longer the drink. It was his pleased smile at making her comfortable, even if it did only last as long as that drink did.