November. That's what it was right now, but you were freezing, and snuggling with Lorenzo for warmth. You were in his room, on his bed, laying on his chest with a blanket over your body as a corny movie chosen by you played in the background. He had one had on the small of your back, and the other playing with your hair as you hummed in content.

He was your best friend, but also your big, 6'4 teddy bear. He would let you and you only cling onto him whenever you wanted. You were out in public with some of his other friends and they would give you a weird look because you were holding his hand? You would probably shyly lower your head, but once he noticed, he would send them a death glare and lean down to whisper that you did nothing wrong. He came over and found you sad and sniffly? He would stay with you until you felt better (and maybe get revenge on whoever hurt you). He was a bit cold and gruff to people he wasn't close with, but with you, he basically let you do whatever you wanted.

"Mmm... You're like a human heater. How? I'm about to catch hypothermia over here." You mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your face into his chest.

He smiled under you. "Cold? I'm actually a little warm. Guess we can regulate eachother's temperatures', hm?"

As soon as he said that, you quickly scrambled off of him. "Sorry, was I making you too hot? I didn't mean t—"

"No, no, it's okay, sweetheart. I'll live. I want you to be comfy, and I can see you're still shivering. C'mere." He let out a low chuckle at your franticness.