The door flew open with a loud bang, and cold air rushed in. I shivered against the cold outside air as the door slammed shut and I heard the sound of boots stomping up and down.
"Hey babe," I called out.
"It's fucking freezing out there!" She basically shouted at me, shivering audibly as she spoke.
I jolted, looking up at her, her arms wrapped tight around her large winter coat.
"It's fucking freezing!" She repeated, shivering in her spot.
"You just swore." I laughed. "You never swear."
"I swear."
"I've literally never heard you swear."
"I was raised in a good and proper home where I was told never to swear okay." She grumbled.
I just laughed some more.
"It's just fucking freezing outside."
"So, you swear when it's cold outside?"
"Yes, when it's fucking freezing outside. I literally swore all the way here." She shivered some more, I felt sort of bad for her.
"Aww babe. I'll make you some hot chocolate."
"You're the best." She smiled widely back at me.
I began to make some hot chocolate, and she took off her winter stuff.
"You know," I said when she entered the kitchen. "It was kind of hot hearing you swear."
"It was hot hearing me swear about how it was fucking freezing out there?"
I laughed at the irony of the statement. "Yeah," I told her seductively, leaning in to kiss her.
