"Get in already," Harry urges, his lips twitching as he steps aside to let you into his penthouse and away from the snowstorm. "God, you're icy."

You're shivering and freezing; man, you look pathetic.

It's winter; the heating of your apartment broke down. Your landlord eyed your outstanding rent payments and then told you it'll take a while to fix. New York. Harry had agreed to let you stay for the time being—the two of you having known each other since high school.