75|Is it official?

~Elena~

Declan held a bottle of Pinot Noir in one hand, gripped my hand with the other as I knocked on Gemma’s door. I peeked a glance at Declan, admiring him in his winter attire. Boots, fitted jeans, a blue cashmere sweater - a shade darker than his eyes - coat, and a gray scarf around his neck. Dust of snow bespeckled his dark blond hair and shoulders.

He caught me staring, but I didn’t dare lo