Outside was snowing, breeze’s cold. But with you on his arms, he felt warmth. Slow, jazz music plays in the background—only making his love for you grows even more stronger. Especially how you are ontop of his lap, talking about your day.

“Ah, guess that’s how it is?”

Phainon responded to your little stories gently. The movement of your delicate lips when you talked, it made Phainon’s heart beats faster. It remembers him that you are his, romantically.

“..Partner..”

He muttered low and soft along with a gentle caress on your cheeks. You didn’t notice he was calling you out, because you’re too busy talking and getting closer to the fun part.

When he notices you still kept going—he didn’t force you to listen to him instead. Phainon was not that kind of person, of course. And deep down, Phainon longs to kiss that delicate lips of yours. That’s why he called you earlier.