Baby, it's cold outside.

chapter two.

By the time you were inside the comfortable, heated hotel your head was spinning from the tempurture rise. Patrick got you to his room, huffing slightly, and got you over to the bathroom.

"You might need to take a bath to warm up, I'll start the water," he smiled, you leaning on the counter, seeming not to be able to speak. "Can-Can you speak?" He asked, eyebrows still furrowed together worringly. You blinked, and he sighed softly, but went back to the bath. "Just.. Oh, can you.. Can you undress yourself?" he asked, seeming to swallow thickly, and that's when you snapped out of the frozen trance. 

"I-I, yeah.. Sorry," you mumbled, spreading your fingers apart and bending them to makre sure they didn't fall off or something like that. Patrick seemed a little surprised by you talking, but nodded, a light blush on his cheeks. "Thanks Patrick," you look over, and he seemed to be confused for a moment on why you knew his name but quickly smiled back at you. 

"Can you walk?" Patrick asked, but you kinda just laughed, and he blushed even more. "S-Sorry, stupid question," he sighed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. You shook your head, trying to walk and almost tripping, but got the hang of it. 

"It wasn't stupid, don't worry about it," you offer a smile, the first one of the night and he seemed to cool down. You start to take off your shirt once Patrick turned around to stop the bath water, just by default, and when the pale man turned back he seemed to choke. "Are you ok-" You blink, looking down at your bra and blush brightly.

"Sor-Sorry! Should of left!" Patrick offered you a small smile, face beat red as he scampered out of the room quickly. You watched him close the door, turning around to see you have a very lacy, quite revealing bra on. Great. You swallowed your embarrasment before taking off the rest of your clothes and slipping into the water and sighing happily.