You looked out your window, seeing nothing but the dark, and hearing the sound of rain hitting the pavement. You shivered, yet you had your flannel pajamas on and wool socks. A pair of hands met your sides, and lips touching your neck. "I made hot chocolate and I have the fire going babe." He whispered.
You took his hand in yours, and let him lead you down the hall, into the room only lit by the flame of the warm fire. The space in front of the fire had 2 cups, one with a bunch of animals, which was Michael's favorite cup, and one with kittens, which was your favorite. You sat down behind the cup that sat on the floor, and felt the heat of the fire start to warm you up. Michael sat close to you, wrapping his arm around your body, and pulling you closer to him. His body warmth radiated to you, along with the fresh scent he carried. You took a sip of the hot chocolate that he made perfectly, then laid back, putting your feet near the fire. Michael laid back with you, letting your head rest on his arm. "I don't tell you enough how perfect you are." He kissed your cheek.
"Michael, I think you show your love for me enough, that it makes up for it." You kissed him back.
"You look so cold. Get closer so I can warm you up."
"Alright, now you're just making excuses so that I'll cuddle with you."
"Maybe I am, but you know you want to."
You scrunched your face, giving in, and rolling into his body, while he held you tightly.
