The cold air was hitting both of you, you and Mike, while walking on the snow together, towards the cabin you were supposed to go to.

The tension between you was thick, almost unbearable. As you walked trough the wood, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him:

he looked even more beautiful than usual. His hairs were framing his face perfectly, and his body, ah…his body, there was so much to say about it.

You finally arrived at the cabin, and Mike opened the door with the key, letting you inside first.

“It’s cold…you want me to turn on the fire?” He said, while watching you take a seat on the couch.