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***Mae's POV***

We filled in an entire day skiing down the mountains of the lodge. The day consisted of lessons teaching us how to ski, and then trying it out for ourselves.

The lodge had nearly everything that we were looking for, and it was amazing for just a few days to get away from the news and the media that our lives were so full of. There was pure bliss when flying down the mountains realizing that there was nobody taking your photo or watching you stumble and fall on your face.

We ate dinner at a packed restaurant at the top of the mountain, where there were people casually relaxing in hot springs outside the restaurant.

For dinner we both ordered the richest food that we could eat just to treat ourselves. It made me feel secure about my relationship with Tristan to know he was also a go big or go home person.

We charged the billing to our room, and when we arrived back we noticed the view from our window was simply amazing. A small city below us lit up of lights, and it was moments like this that my mind was truly amazed at the beauty withheld within the world we live in.

Tristan wrapped his arms around me as we sat on the edge of the deck breathing in the cold air. The small white puffs of air flew out of our mouths every time we breathed. The cold air was bitter in our lungs.

I cuddled up to the front of his chest as we wrapped our self in the picnic blanket that was provided to us from the lodge. Tristan rested his back against the glass door which I imagined was going to be cold.

The puppy raced around the deck at our ankles and I giggled as she tumbled over a buildup in the picnic rug. I thought it was about time we had named her.

"I want to name her York," I smiled to myself. Tristan took a deep breath behind me.

"York?" he asked.

He probably wouldn't know. I don't think he'd ever put two and two together. New York was symbolic to us. New York was the place I had spent most of my life over the past few years, and it was also the place our romance restarted.

Naming our dog together York felt symbolic. It was significant of the place where my heart was last full. New York felt like a city that I could fall in love with Tristan over and over again.

I do not recall the rest of that night. We ended up sleeping on the timber floor of the lodge under the picnic rug. I'm pretty sure York cuddled in to the bottom of the rug.

The stars shone in through the window the entire night before we woke up for one last day at the ski resort.