Love on Thin Ice
I said.
Summer turned in my arms, looping her hands behind my neck, her amber-flecked eyes sparkling with a happiness that was no longer a dream, but our reality.
"I make no promises, Captain," she whispered, her lips parting into that real, breathtaking smile.
I leaned down and kissed her, taste-testing the sweet, familiar warmth of a life we had fought for, bled for, and finally won.
The ice had melted years ago, the storm was long gone, and the summer we had built together was never going to end.