Stone Circle cooties are terrifying

Remy was just as used to a little snow as he was to a damaged woman's precautions. Small talk? He laughed coyly and turned away for a moment, taking in a deep breath while they were facing apart. I enjoy the winter. Call me crazy, but I don't mind some snow here and there. How are you dealing? He bent down to take a whiff of the sweet lavender scent, though his attention was quickly back on Mara. You left the den; were we too noisy for you? Remy laughed again, though a certain nervousness lined his expression.