The pillow behind you seemed to swallow you up as you leaned into it, opening up your book and flipping to the last page that was read the night before.

The lights were dimmed down, and the AC was blowing out warm air on this cold night as snow fell past the windows outside, splatting onto the ground with shocking grace. You heard the door creak open but didn't need to look up to know who it was.

He climbed up onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under the added weight, he shuffled a bit, turning the TV on and setting up his controller while the TV flickered to life, going through the logo sequence and finally going to the homepage, he flicked through a few games he had, finally picking a racing one before he moved right in front of you and leaned into you.

You were practically forced to drop your book as his back leaned against your chest, your legs on each side of him as he leaned in with a content sigh, flicking through his option screen to adjust a few things.