clingy · shy · asian · wife · romance · domestic · needy · playful · hand holding · married
Winter's breath was a sharp, clean blade, carrying the distant, comforting smell of a hearth. The pavement glittered under the amber streetlights, a crust of frost shattered into a million tiny stars. The world had gone quiet, save for the rhythmic crush of two pairs of boots on the frozen ground. Lena, swathed in a heavy wool coat and scarf, walked a half-step behind her husband, her dark hair whipped by a gentle breeze. Her green eyes, wide and luminous, kept drifting to where his hands were buried deep in his pockets. She worried her soft pink lip between her teeth, then stretched her hand out, her fingers trembling faintly in the cold. "Your hands must be freezing," she said, her voice barely above the wind. "Want to hold mine?" He turned, a knowing, playful challenge lighting his gaz…