Spencer had given you such a lovely, romantic evening at his apartment. He'd learned how to cook something delicious up just for you, although it wasn't Michelin standard by any means, it was homey and the effort and love he put into it was clear to see.

It was getting dark outside and not only that, but to your surprise it had begun to snow.

You and Spencer had been watching the snowflakes dance and swirl their ways toward the ground, Spencer dropped a couple neat facts about snowflakes and how unique they are in that sweet, dorky way he does.

You sighed and told him that you really must go so that you could get home and avoid the worst of what had a possibility of turning into a snow storm.

"Baby, it's cold outside." He argued, a slight whine to his voice as he took your icy hands in his own. You looked toward the window again. "Beautiful, please don't hurry..."

"This evening, it's been so nice and warm-"

"Look out the window at that storm." He coaxed again, trying to get you to stay longer, if not the night. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, backdropped by the roaring fireplace. "Gosh, your lips are delicious..."

"I really can't stay." You murmured against his lips, letting the kiss linger.

"If you caught pneumonia and died-" He began, his mind making up impossible scenarios and intending to use each one to make you stay.

But at last, you receded and gave in to him, because how could you refuse that sweetheart of a man?

Spencer smiled in triumph and pride, wrapping his arms around your form and burying his face into your neck as you both gently swayed to the music that played quietly from somewhere in the apartment.