Christmastime - a period of the year usually filled with stress, business and overall excitement. Yet the only noise you and Thoma could hear was the soft crackling of the fire and the quiet music emanating from his cell phone.

The only emotion going through the both of your minds was comfort and peace... his hand gently running through your hair and your body firmly situated in his lap. There was a faint scent of peppermint and chocolate in the air - freshly fallen snow painting the landscape outside your windows.

"Still comfy?" Thoma whispered, his hand lightly tugging your waist closer. "Want any more hot chocolate? Another blanket? More wood on the fire?"