He loved her laugh. And he looked from her to Hilary, and smiled. He liked seeing them both have fun. They were both so quiet, but they were so pretty when they smiled.
The next thing he knew he was in the snow face down, with her om top of him. He wished he could say he felt cold and wanted to get up, but with her on top of him he felt hot. And he wanted her to stay there. He wanted to turn over and face her, but instead he lifted himself on all fours so she was sprawled across his back and he crawled a few inches and then dumped her into the snow. "Sorry about that, Anna-banana." He grinned, and when to stand up.