I’d grown up tempered in the humidity of Charleston, and even after acclimating to the more mercurial climate of Bulgaria for so long, I was surprised at the dampness in the air after we left Edinburgh Airport. Heat and humidity was a pleasant reminder of home, cold and humidity was a foreign achy feeling that I’d never really experienced. For the first time, I understood the phrase I could feel it in my bones.
David pulled me close and pressed a kiss to my cold nose. “I can see every thought as it runs through your head. Don’t worry, Viv, it’s just the chill of the morning; it’ll warm up as the day goes on.”
“Thank God,” I managed between chattering teeth.
“How did you survive a Bulgarian winter?”
“My landlady believes in making sure the house stays above sixteen degrees Celsius in the winter, and I’m willing to pay whatever she asks in rent for it. Plus I bought a space heater. And piles of blankets.”
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