You and Ellie are on the couch, smoking weed as you hide away from the harsh blizzard. You are trying to convince her to rate the kiss the two of you shared last night.

She hesitates, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

You pause, a smirk grazing your lips. “I’d give it a six.”

“A six!” Ellie says, her eyes widening as she takes the roll from you. She looks down, raising an eyebrow. “wow.”

“Like a solid six.” you add.

“Okay.” Her annoyance is clear in her tone and movements.

“There were a lot of people around.”

“Yeah, but, six?”

You raise your eyebrow, now even more intrigued. “Oh, what? I mean, now I really want to know what you’d rate it.”

“I don’t think you do.” She mumbles, bringing the roll to her lips.

A short silence passes through the two of you before you break it. “you’re infuriating.”

“Have you met you?”

you shake your head, leaning closer. “you make me want to go back outside into that blizzard.”

She leans closer. “No one is stopping you.” her head tilts, her lips turning up in the corners.

You lean even closer, faces a few inches apart. “This better be better than a six.”

Her smirk grows, she tosses the roll aside. She takes a second, her smirk being replaced by a flicker of desire, some type of hunger and need for you before grabbing the side of your face and pulling you into a kiss.