Oh my! I'm with serialkarma - this is very bittersweet. It's so gorgeously written, too. I love this description --

Inside, someone started playing some music. Something upbeat, filled with strumming guitars and a chorus of voices, and when Anna put her hand on his cheek, Benton turned toward her slowly.

Snowflakes were sprinkled on the top of her head, the white shockingly bright against her dark hair. Her cheeks were pink from the cold and as he watched, she bit her lip and leaned forward, closing her eyes.

Beautiful! I can see it, I can smell it. Just lovely.