Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224

I hold his hand and pull him with me to the yard. A little further

ahead, I crouch down and start gathering snow with almost childlike

enthusiasm.

“We’re going to build the biggest snowman in here!” I declare, as if it

were a challenge.

He arches an eyebrow, his ironic tone quickly emerging.

“You know our hands are going to freeze, don’t you? We don’t have

gloves, genius.”

I look at his large hands and smile with devotion.

“It’s true… Your hands are too precious to freeze. Let me do it.”

I go back to shaping the snow, so concentrated that I don’t even

notice him approaching until I feel the icy shock invade my uniform. A shiver runs down my back, and I let out a gasp, jumping as if I’d

been shocked.

“Love, that wasn’t fun-”

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I don’t finish the sentence because his laughter explodes through the

yard. Loud, clear, captivating.

“Y–You looked like a jumping toad!” He laughed through tears,

pressed against his abdomen, while the laughter shook his body.

hands

I stand paralyzed, my chest accelerating as if it wanted to tear

through my ribs. His laughter… it’s like hearing something sacred, too

rare to exist in a place so cold and filthy. Every sound echoes inside

me, filling spaces I didn’t even know were empty.

He’s still trying to wipe away his tears, smiling, and before I can

contain myself, I pull him into my arms. I squeeze him tight, as if I

wanted to imprison that moment forever.

“If putting snow on me makes you laugh like that, you can do it as

many times as you want, love.”

He returns the embrace, his voice low against my ear.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s only funny when someone is caught by

surprise.”

I don’t answer.

I just hold him in my arms, feeling the serene rhythm of his heart

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beating against my chest. There are moments when I still believe all

of this is a dream… and that at any second, I might wake up and lose

him.

I rest my chin on his chest and look up.

“Love… are you sure this isn’t some plan of yours to make me let my

guard down?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes, his impatience escaping in a heavy breath.

“No, Adrian. It’s not a plan. I don’t want to put my life at risk trying

to deceive you.” He pauses shortly. “I’m really trying. Trying too hard

for my own taste, since I…”

He bites his lip, and the gesture draws a small smile from me.

“I understand, love,” I say softly, my voice full of tenderness. “You

don’t have to say it. Just hold me.”

He does what I ask.

His arms wrap around me firmly, and in that same instant, all the

weight I carry seems to dissolve. My body relaxes, surrendered to his

warmth. It’s a different kind of heat–not just physical, but emotional,

secure, and serene, as if nothing else existed besides that touch.

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