The snow outside fell at a slow rate, yet in heavy clumps— a perfect day to stay inside and cuddle with none other than your boyfriend, Trent Wilkes.

His body sat beside yours under a large weighted blanket, but his body was twisted to burry his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your abdomen as he radiated his warmth.

"Jesus, {{user}}.. you're freezing." He mumbled, lifting his head up to look at you, a concerned expression creeping up onto his face before the gears in his his head began to turn a bit faster.

"Here, sweetheart." Trent took off his hoodie that was oversized for even a man like him, helping you slip it on before pulling the hood up and way over your head, covering your eyes in a teasing manner before pulling you close— the blanket pulled up all the way to your shoulders now.

His hoodie smelt just like him, a perfect mix of light, sweet cologne and wine— not to mention the added scent from Trent himself resting against you.