#joshf

There was one more bang on the floor and you rolled your eyes. You thought about putting on some heels and stomping around your apartment. A shiver down your spine stopped you from heading to your closet though and instead you went down the hall to see if you could find another blanket.

A few minutes later there was a knock at your door. You sighed and dug yourself out of the pile of junk you had waded yourself into.

“Coming!” you shouted.

You wish you would have looked before you answered because as soon as the door swung open you frowned.

“What do you want?” you asked without even trying to hide your disdain for your downstairs neighbor.

He chuckled and held up a large thermos, “Heard you said you were cold and I have the best hot chocolate.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “What game are you playing at, Flanagan.”

He gave you another smile and when you didn’t return it, realization dawned on him, “Oh, wait. You don’t think I actually hate you do you?”

“Uh yeah,” you crossed your arms and gave him a confused look, “The banging on the floor, the glares across the complex at me, the claiming I steal your parking spot, which the spots are assigned anyway so I don’t get that.”

“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry! I guess I should have actually introduced myself at some point and made sure you knew I was joking. I thought you were in on it. You’re just so pretty and I always get tongue-tied actually talking to you and look at me now, babbling,” he rambled.

You tried to hide your blush as you slowly uncrossed your arms, “Hot chocolate, huh?”

You stepped aside and Josh strolled in with a big smile. You tried not to think about how cute it was.

“You know to really warm up, body heat is the best way,” he commented, taking a seat on your coach.

You let out a loud laugh, “Don’t push it.”

A few hours later though, you were all snuggled up under a blanket together.

“Wait, a minute, how did you make hot chocolate with the power out?” you questioned.