Written- 01-03-18
"Eww", I exclaim as yet another snow flake finds its way onto the exposed skin of my nose.
Reece laughs beside me and I adjust my scarf around my face and neck, covering any bare skin.
"Babe, please can we go back inside?", I say, my voice muffled through my scarf, to my boyfriend of seven months.
"No", he laughs, "we still haven't built a snowman"
Suddenly a snow ball is hurled from behind a bush and hits him straight into the back of the neck.
"Oww!", he yells, "what the hell was that?"
This time it's my turn to laugh, at which he scowls.
"Y/n it's not funny", he pouts and I reach up to kiss him on his cold, chapped lips.
"It kinda was", I reply.
"Oh yeah?!", he questions sassily.
Before I know it, his lips have connected with mine again. My head starts to spin, just like it does every time Reece kisses me. Eventually I pull away, I always pull away first, sometimes I think Reece would kiss me all day long if I let him.
"Well you know, what's at home?", I muse
"What?", Reece laughs, his upper lip curling familiarly.
"A shower, blankets, a big tv and hot chocolate", I reply, my y/e/c twinkling.
"Sounds good to me", Reece replies and I smile before he continues
"But only if we share the shower", he suggests with a wink.
I slap the back of his neck lightly "not a chance Babe", I tell him with a small laugh
