Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

"My hands are so frozen they might as well be stones, and yet you're still going at it like there's no tomorrow. Planning on giving up surgery?"

The icy chill of her hands was soon enveloped by a warm embrace as Leanne looked down, murmuring, "It's not too bad..."

Before she could finish, Curtis scooped up her dangling left hand, warming it within his own.

His fingers brushed against her wedding ring, caressing it a few times without a word.

Leanne made no attempt to pull away. Snowflakes settled on Curtis' coat shoulders, his warmth transferring to her.

It was unclear whether he was warming her hands out of kindness or he was finally having her before him after longing for her day and night. Curtis wanted to cherish the moment. He warmed her hands further, then pressed them against his face and lips.

His dark lashes partially lowered, catching snowflakes, as he tenderly kissed her cold fingertips.

Gradually, the warmth seeped into Leanne's bones, thawing the chill. After a while, she suddenly asked, "How long has it been since you shaved?"

Curtis stiffened his expression, his hand instinctively reaching for his chin. He had been here for a few days, living alone, neglecting to shave.

"Does it look that bad?"

not too

was trying to comfort him. She never liked his unkempt

shave now. Will you wait for

nodded, agreeing,

gentle. Curtis lingered

won't wait," he said, understanding her as

coaxed tenderly, his eyes full of deep affection, "I haven't seen

Castle several times. She was

the cat knew better than to tell, even though it

the snowman's eyes, Leanne and Curtis sat on the porch

Harvard Medical School?" Curtis

to have the latest information. Leanne had

still deciding." Since

his opinion, "Between Johns

the best," Curtis brushed off the snow from her hat and fixed it back on her

head away, "My ego isn't as big as

"No worries. I can lend you some of

said,