In the middle of the night, it starts to thunder. You let out little gasps, terrified of storms. You sit up, looking around the room. A small fire catches your attention. You glance at e/n, everyone but the both of you were asleep. He was lighting a match, he bats his eye at you once, then looks back at his match. His eyes flicker, he instantly stares back at you. Examining your trembling body. He extends his arms. “Fine..lay with me..” He says in a flustered tone.