You sat at the dining table, sketching something idly in your notebook. The chill seemed to creep in despite the heater's efforts, your fingers stiff as you worked on shading a design. Your focus wavered, though, distracted by the storm outside and the quiet stillness of the house.

Cate was curled up on the couch, her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she flipped through a script. She wore an oversized sweater, one side slipping slightly off her shoulder, revealing a sliver of skin that caught the warm light. Every so often, you’d glance her way, only to find her eyes already on you, lingering with that steady, thoughtful gaze that always made your heart skip.

Finally, she set her script aside, folding her legs beneath her. “You’re shivering,” she remarked. Without a word, she draped her blanket over your shoulders, her hands brushing lightly against your arms.

“You shouldn’t be working,” she murmured, her voice low as she leaned closer, her breath brushing your ear. “Not tonight. Come sit by the fire before you freeze.”

You turned to meet her gaze, and there it was—that look of quiet insistence, the kind that made arguing pointless. With a soft sigh, you let her take your hand and pull you toward the couch. She guided you to sit, settling beside you and tucking the blanket snugly around both of you.

Cate reached for her tea, taking a small sip before setting it down again. Then, without warning, she shifted, pulling you closer until your head rested against her chest. Her fingers slipped gently through your hair, her other arm resting securely around your shoulders.

“There,” she whispered, her voice a mix of teasing and affection. “Warm enough now?”