The swirling flakes of snow grazes your skin, some of it landing on your face as you curled up.

Almost ankle deep in snow, you faced the bitter frost that taunted you by letting snow just accumulate around you. Your eyes narrowed. You weren't well equipped for such weather either— not even a coat or blanket to spare.

A warmth pressed against your back. Drew has simply pressed his back to your own, finding the warmth that ran throughout both of your bodies to help fight the cold.