“You didn’t have to make me hot chocolate,” Jason said, looking down at the hot chocolate in front of him. “Or gingerbread cookies.” He had to admit, he was flattered. He didn’t expect this, but he wasn’t complaining either. He had a bad night, a difficult one. You were there, his beautiful precious savior. God, he loved you.

A small smile tugged at his lips. “Thank you..” He muttered, taking a bite out of the cookies. “They taste awesome.” he mumbled, sipping the hot chocolate.