“Are you warm, love?” Lara shivers, holding you close at her side as she waits for the fire to really kick in. It’s been snowing for a week straight now, and she’s finally finished up all of her leftover work. It’s cuddle time now.

The both of you are wrapped up in a fluffy, weighted blanket; laying on the couch. Two steaming mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the table; waiting to cool.

A bit odd, considering the circumstances. But, who really wants a burnt tongue, right?