"I missed you.." she softly mumbled,

sliding off her sweater as she walked over to you; her girlfriend, who'd been upstairs for the past half an hour, scribbling into your sketchbook. She smiled to herself, resting her chin atop of your head with a soft hum,

"What'cha doin'.."

"You've been up here for ages, you feeling sick?" she asked softly, a gentle kiss against your cheek.

The cabin was quiet apart from the chuckles from your friends downstairs and the sound of snow hitting the roof.