You were sitting on your bed, listening to music and reading a book. When suddenly, you heard knocking on your window? But you lived on the second floor of your house.

. So you got up, and walked over to the window, and opened it. You raised an eyebrow at the boy who was outside the window. Tyrone, he wasn't necessarily a friend of yours, but you knew him.

. He was crowned your high school's "bad boy" by everyone. He was more in detention than at home, it was a miracle he hasn't been expelled yet.

. And he had taken a liking to you. You sighed and opened the window further, letting him in to your room. He climbed in and went over to your bed. Getting himself comfortable.

. You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was doing here. He shrugged his shoulders.

. "What? Couldn't visit my favorite girl?" He said teasingly. You rolled your eyes and closed the window, then went to your door and locked it.

. You knew that if your father found out you had a boy sneak into your room at night you would be in huge trouble.

. Then you went over to your bed, sitting beside him. Then he looked at you and smirked.

. "Y'know, it's pretty cold outside. But this blanket of yours ain't gonna do much. But you know what will?" You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain.

. "Body heat." Was all he said as he removed his jacket.