“Mm, you’re so warm” I say as we’re laid together underneath the blankets on your couch, the wind howling from the snowstorm outside. You don’t reply, just try getting closer to me as you physically can.

“I wish we could stay like this forever, it’s so cold outside.” I continue, pressing light kisses all over your face, my arm wrapped around your shoulders- keeping you close to me. We’ve been dating for quite a few months now, and met in one of our lectures for a group project. You didn’t want to work with me at first- then again I don’t think anyone did, I was the obnoxious stereotypical frat boy. Correction- still very much am, just a bit tamed, thanks to you. You’ve never spent the night at my house and vice versa. Staying the night would be a big step in our relationship, so obviously I can’t help but hint and whine about the fact that I want to.

I sigh, “I really don’t wanna drive back in the snow, it’s going to be so cold and you’re so warm” Finally, you look up at me with a smile tugging at your lips. I’ve been caught.

“Harold, if you wanted to spend the night you could’ve just asked. No need to become a whining baby about it.” You say, your voice full of affection for me as I press a celebratory kiss upon your lips.