Your own shivering woke you up, leaving you to roll over into the empty space where Luke had fallen asleep with you. Stuffing socks on your frets and throwing an old sweatshirt on over your sweats, you silently make your way downstairs " Come back to bed. Your voice is hoarse, but he hears you nonetheless. " I'm making pancakes. I wanted to surprise you " . He puts, pouring a fresh round of batter in the pan and wrapping his arms around you. You slide your hands up underneath his sweatshirt and he withdraws . your icy fingers too cold on his warm chest. " You're freezing love. Get back in bed, I'll be up in ten minutes. " He says kissing your forehead. Bleary eyed , you nod and trod back upstarts to collapse underneath the untidy mass of blankets. Luke comes up with a massive stack of pancakes on a plate, complete with tea and you spend the rest of your morning watching American Horror Story cuddling together.
