The night was young and cold. The water tides rippled in the pool, aggressively whacking Orla's exposed feet.

She shuddered, the chillness of the night causing goosebumps to sprinkle all over her skin.

Both of them were perched on the coping of the swimming pool in their mansion, eyes fixated on the moon that was densely setting in the sky that night.

The stars were beautifully lined up, making it a sensational sight for them to view. Orla dangled her feet in the cold water, head naturally resting on Callan's hard chest.

"I'm freezing, Callan." She murmured, audible enough for him to hear.

He drew her closer, draping the towel...