"Baby, it's bad out there."

Nash watches you put your coat on hurriedly. You didn't intend to stay longer than you needed to. But with him being so persistent and welcoming, it was hard to just up and leave. He really knew how to reel you in.

It should've been clear to you that he had no intentions of letting you leave.

Nash'd spent the entire day prior to your arrival making sure everything was perfect. It's almost midnight, and there's a blizzard outside. You don't have a car. There's no cabs working during Christmas day either.

Just his luck, and unfortunate for you.

"C'mon, beautiful. You can stay the night. We'll figure something out tomorrow." he reassures.

You can only stare at the outside, at the stormy weather of errant frost. The snow is up to your knees.

Ambling closer, he loosely tugs your jacket off your shoulders, trying to coax you back inside. He hooks his chin over your shoulder, laughing at the cold that nipped at his nose.

"You're not thinking of going outside in this weather, are you? It's dangerous. I don't want anything bad happening to you."

It was more of less a part of his plan. Nash was aware of the blizzard, however, he knew you didn't pay much attention to the news.