It's Cold Outside. (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Frost

 You drifted off quiet nicely that nice, but you wouldn't say you slept well, actually, you hardly slept at all. Once you fell asleep, you began dreaming, about something, something bad along with this frost, and it coming after you and-- 

 You quickly woke up, sitting up in your bed, realizing it was a dream, but still getting up, heading out of your room and to your den. Your house smelled of a sweet cinnamon scent, which you followed the scent to your kitchen, Newt in there with some sort of cinnamon tea. Which you didn't even ask about, not even how he got cinnamon sticks. 

He smiled at you innocently, (so pure), which triggered a quiet giggle from you, as you turned, looking back at him. "Do you mind if I play some music?" He shook his head, which made you glad; you always listened to music when you first woke up, so you walked over, put a record on, and cranked the handle; a soft classical sounding song coming on.

You breathed softly, walking back to your kitchen, not being very hungry yourself, but offering Newt something, him simply replying with: "Possibly some toast? With jam if possible!" 

It didn't take long to make the food, after you set it in front of him, you sat across from him at the table, your gaze going around the room, then at him, you don't know how long your gaze, the classical music and his face the only thing you could pay attention to; until he mentioned it, "Is something wrong? Do I have anything on my face?" 

You snapped out of it and shook your head; "well, I should get ready," you stood up, "please be carefully while I shower." 

You went up to your restroom and started to shower.

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