The gentle, warm, orange glow of the fireplace illuminates the faces of both you and Simon as you lay against his strong chest, wrapped in his arm for warmth and protection against the harsh, biting winds of November that slip through the cracks of your wooden cabin.

The rain patters gently against the roof and the windows, though the sound is a soothing one. Nothing can hurt you, not now. Your gaze lazily drags along the pages of the book you’re reading—Simon’s chin rests on the top of your head as he reads with you. He presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Cold, darlin’?” He mutters, one of his hands moving to gently rub your side, whilst the other wraps the thick, knitted blanket tighter around your body. The winds cause the branches of the trees outside to gently bat at the windows, making soft thudding noises upon their impact. “Hell outside tonight, eh? ‘Spose we’ll have to keep eachother warm.”