The sky was beautiful and dark, stars barely visible and shimmering in the sky. Even while he held a cup of hot chocolate to warm both of his hands, he felt the touch of cold against his face. He liked the silence, the moment of peace before the storm.

Winter this year would be rough. The nights were getting colder, but he loved to snuggle up with you when he preferred your body heat over the warmth of the heater. Now, he took a sip of his drink, sighing quietly to himself.

He heard the door open, and you stepped out onto the porch nursing your own hot drink. He glanced at you when you walked up to stand by his side at the railing, looking up at the sky. As he stared at your face, a bit of flurrying snow fell onto your cheek.

A soft smile adorned his face as his hand moved up, knuckles brushing away the snowflakes that had already melted.