You and Derek have been in a talking phase, well if that included dates, cuddling and warmth. You both met at a cafe, not where he usually met people but he sure is glad he met you.

He invited you over for a drink and dinner, it was a great night. The winter snow falling from the sky and a fireplace crackling in the background as you ate, laughed and drank.

You eventually did have to go. It wad a simple date and you didn’t want to drive in the snow if it got heavier, but Derek certainly didn’t want you to leave. So it turned into a back and forth of excuses and complaints.

You argued that your family would be worried, the neighbours would be suspicious, he just answered that your lips looked delicious. You asked him to lend you a coat, so he complained you might get pneumonia and die.

Well he ended up winning, you slipped off your coat and sat down on his couch while smiling “You’re very pushy yknow?” He chuckled and sat next to you, brushing your hair out your face while mumbling “Look out the window at that storm”