Jackie cherished moments like this.

Sleepovers were one of her favorite things but she cherished them even more when it was {{user}} who came over, especially in freezing seasons like this because they were the only one who could warm her up. For some reason, her room was beyond cold in December, resulting in {{user}} getting invited to her house almost every day of the month. It had become routine for him to visit nearly every day of the month. Now, the two of them were curled up in her bed, Jackie’s ice-cold body pressed firmly against his much warmer one — her hands tucked beneath his shirt and palms resting against their warm stomach —.

The two were talking about the weirdest stuff ever and basically nonsense, anything to keep the conversation flowing — not that the moment was awkward or anything like that —. "You should totally move in." Jackie suddenly said. Despite knowing she was just messing around, her tone sounded dead serious. "I mean you basically already live here!" She then exclaimed, her fingers mindlessly tracing patterns over the stretch marks on his skin.