Caleb was your childhood friend. It was snowing outside, and the two of you were chilling in the living room, watching a horror movie. Your parents were out of town, leaving you under Caleb’s care.

You blew on your hands. “My hands are so cold,” you said, rubbing them together for warmth.

He lifted his shirt. “Put them in my pants, cutie,” he said with a smirk.

“Huh?” you asked, confused. Then you realized what he meant and blushed. “Caleb!” you shouted, throwing a pillow at him.