Amelia was ready to argue with Killian for going against her wishes, but when she looked down at him lying on the snow, she forgot what she wanted to say. Killian was like a beautiful painting that many would like to get their hands on. She truly believed that it should not be fair for someone to be so good-looking, but then again, she got to admire the man beneath her.
Killian wondered what was wrong with her delayed reaction to scolding him. "You are missing the part where you scold me for not walking. What happened?" He asked, taking up a long strand of her hair to kiss. Amelia would never fail to have unpredictable moments.
"What?" Amelia slowly answered, snapping out of the trance Killian had unintentionally placed her in. "You are really handsome while surrounded by snow. Your hair blends in with it. You haven't changed the color since I told you that I preferred white. Just this once, I will let you get away with not walking."