Out of The Woods (COMPLETED)

The warm sun streamed through the open window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and highlighting the freckles scattered across Esmerelda’s cheeks. She lay draped across her bed, a picture of carefree rebellion, her long black curls dangling precariously over the edge.
"The Christmas lights in the city are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Aurora. Come on, you can't deny that you're at least the tiniest bit curious," she drawled, her voice a seductive whisper.
My eyes remained fixed on the creased pages of the book resting on my lap, its familiar weight a comfort. "You know we mustn't," I replied calmly, the words a well-worn path I’d trodden countless times.
Esmerelda sighed dramatically. "Not even to pick up some more books? You've reread that one like ten times."
I offered her a soft smile. "This one is my favorite."
Her gaze drifted to the title, her nose scrunching in distaste. "You're such a hopeless romantic, Aurora. You'll never meet a man who reaches those standards in this tiny city."
