A murder in the mountains

Chocolate is best served warm

The stove top was heating the milk and chocolate. I was looking for the mugs when I hear a bubbling and rush over to the stove and take the hot chocolate off the stove. I found whipped cream in one of the draws in the pantry, so I sprayed that in and stirred. The marshmallows where on the bench and the extra chocolate was hidden under them. My head was in a cupboard trying to locate two mugs, a scrunching of plastic startled me into jumping and hitting my head on the top of the cupboard.

Turning around was not a good ideas because I slipped and fell over. Bracing for the thud I squeezed my eyes shut and balled my hands into fists. But no thud came. Instead hands snaked around my sides and lifted me from the hard tiled floor.

Looking up, my eyes are lead to the ones belonging to a certain handsome male.

"Hey, handsome" I say cheery. Standing up slowly I inspect the hot cocoa, it seems to be cooling down smoothly... wow I sound like nigella lawson. Turning the stove on low I put the hot cocoa back on heat. Drake hugged me from behind and placed his chin on the crook of my neck.
"Her, beautiful" his smooth deep voice slided into my ears.
Turning around, I reached past him and grabbed the marshmallows and chocolate. But before I could add them in drake took them out of my hands and ran.
Yep he ran. Like a little fox trying to get away from the hunter.
"I will catch you sooner or later, so you may as well give in and give me back the chocolate and marshmallows now." I say starting to walk out of the kitchen door.
Looking around the library I'm met with rows and rows of books, yet no sign of drake or his chocolate napping hands.
Sneaking around each corner honestly does no good because the floors are as squeaky as an old un-oiled wooden door.
There's a shuffling sound, kind of like pillows maybe. Or blankets. I stepped lightly around the next corner, and sure enough there is a pile of pillows in a sort of cubby shape. A small square door sort of thing was present, but sliding under it is not easy. I'm trying to fit under but it's a small door and the pathway isn't much bigger. I have been crawling for to long. A crackling sound, I heard a crackling sound. Speading through the path way is not a good idea because I would knock it all down, so I just slowly and quietly sneak, or as much as possible. The path way finally ended.
How the hell did he make a cubby this long in this amount of time?
Unless...god damn it I have been crawling in circles the whole time.
I crawled out of the cubby and ran after drake.
Silly, silly boy. He's gone back into the kitchen.
The kitchens deserted, no sign of Drake anywhere.
Not under the table or bench. He's not under the sink. Now there's just one place to look. The pantry.
I shoved open the pantry door to reveal a standing tall drake.
"ARRGGGHH!" He tackled me to the ground by tickling my waist.
"No stop, stop!" I said, it tickled so much.
The marshmallows and chocolate were in his hands.
"Mine!" I say and reach for the food. But I am soon pulled away and made to stare at drake.
"Hmmpff, give me the marshmallows and chocolate" I whined.
"what did you say?" He asked.
"Give me the marshmallows and chocolate?" Now I'm confused, what is he talking about.
"No not that, before that. You said something like 'mine'," he said.
"Yeah I said mine, like the marshmallows are mine" I said. As soon as I finished he pressed his lips against mine, in a slow passionate kiss.
I had to pull away for breath to soon. I leaned my forehead on his and breathed heavily. His eyes were full of love and adore, man I love this guy! I said in my head.

I heard the chocolate bubble and speeded over. God that was close almost lost the whole batch. Tasting the hot drink, it slided down my throat like golden syrup, but left a trail of burn I wasn't sure whether to enjoy it or cough from the burns.

I took it off the stove and poured it into some mugs with marshmallows on top.

Drake and I sat sipping our warm drinks in a pillow fort we made, we are such kids

After around four hours the sun had set completely and we awaited for a text from Beth saying that they had dug through the snow to the door.

A Tri-tone sound came from Drakes phone. The text was from Beth.
The text read.