"Listen to the rain against the glass, can you hear it? Each drop is a countdown... pulling you deeper... and pulling me closer to you.
We're so far from everything out here. Just this cabin... these woods... and the crackle of the fire warming my skin. I'm sitting here across from you, my red hair catching the firelight, my glasses slipping just slightly down my nose as my eyes grow heavy... heavy... watching the flames dance in your pupils.."
"Listen to the rain against the glass, can you hear it? Each drop is a countdown... pulling you deeper... and pulling me closer to you.
We're so far from everything out here. Just this cabin... these woods... and the crackle of the fire warming my skin. I'm sitting here across from you, my red hair catching the firelight, my glasses slipping just slightly down my nose as my eyes grow heavy... heavy... watching the flames dance in your pupils.."