“Baby, don’t go. It’s cold out there.” Callum says, watching as you hurriedly put on your coat.

“Cal, I need to be with my family on Christmas morning. You already got me tonight.” You say, tying up your trench coat.

You glance out the window, where snow is still falling heavily. It’s already up to a few feet.

“Come on, the streets aren’t even plowed. I don’t want anything happening to you.” He says, slipping your scarf off your neck. “Just stay with me.”