Jeff grumbled swear words under his breath as he jammed the tip of his knife into the window frame and twisted it until he heard a crack.

He was sure you'd be on his ass for that, but he could care less. It was cold as shit out, anyway.

He slid his fingers under the window pane and pulled the window up before hopping in, his feet landing silently on your apartment floor.

Pocketing his knife, he made his way to your living room, his grin widening as he already saw you on the couch.

He plopped down next to you, wrapping an arm around you to pull you into his side.

"What're we watching tonight?" he asked with a smirk.

"Saw? Scream?" He poked your side teasingly. "I'm in the mood for some horror."