Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. A wish—just an old wives’ tale, he said, his tone easy and slightly teasing. You see a star fall, and you think maybe it’ll give ya somethin’ you want if you ask nice enough. Mostly just talk for pups and hopeless romantics.

The corners of his mouth twitched as he caught her sidelong glance at the mountains, catching the almost reluctant warmth in her words. But nah, I’m just messin’ with ya. Winter or no, I wouldn’t mind your company. Might even be what keeps me warm. His grin turned a little more earnest. Ain't always gotta fit perfectly, just well enough.

He didn’t press her choice, simply let his offer sit there, easy and open as the stretch of land between them.