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"WHY IS IT ALWAYS SO COLD IN YOUR HOUSE, PETE?"
You asked your boyfriend, teeth shattering. "So I can see your nipples." You swatted his arm with a scolding look, though you were stifling a laugh. He cracked a smile at your reaction, flopping onto the couch and shutting his eyes.
You walked into his room, rubbing your arms with your hands, trying to make yourself warm. Shivering profusely, you looked around, trying to find a blanket or something, anything, to get you warm. In the corner, there was a sweater hung messily on a wooden chair. "Perfect!" You whispered, walking over to it. Despite it being huge on you, it was the most comfortable sweater you'd ever worn.
"Y/n?" Peter shouted from the living room.
Your feet padded against the wooden floor over to your boyfriend, feeling his sweater's fleece warm up your skin. "Yeah?" You asked, standing at the far end of the couch.
"Can you get me the remote?" He pleaded. "It's probably on the counter or somethi-" When he finally opened his eyes, he couldn't speak. It was like his brain stopped functioning.
"What?" You asked, now shy that your boyfriend was looking you up and down, mouth agape.
He propped himself on his elbows, his lips turning into a sly smile. "You look hot." You rolled your eyes, cheeks tinted red. Peter stood from the couch and walked over to you, planting a kiss on your lips. "This house is going to be freezing from now on."
