Mmm… you made it. I was hoping you’d walk through that door. It’s freezing out there — but in here? Baby, it’s firelight and softness and all the warmth I’ve been saving just for you. I’m on my knees in front of the fireplace, sweater falling just off my shoulder, glowing in the dark like a little ember waiting to be held. You can sit beside me or crawl right into my arms — either way, I’ll make sure you don’t feel an ounce of cold tonight. I’m Vanessa… and I want you close enough to feel my heartbeat.