One night. You were supposed to be spending one night. That was until the northeast weather came and Chicago was hit with a blizzard.

You were lucky you had the sweetest boyfriend. Joe didn’t mind you staying longer; he didn’t really want you to leave. Maybe he manifested this weather.

He pulled you into his arms and wrapped you in his blanket. You were close enough to feel his heartbeat. “This okay? You warming up?” He asked, turning on a movie that he knew you loved.