"We should probably share a bed," he says. "Just so we don't freeze," he adds knowingly, lightheartedly. "Yeah," you agree with a laugh. His sheets rustle, and soon his silhouette looms over you. You lift the covers, and he slides in, sinking the mattress. He stays propped up on one forearm, facing you, and his other hand rests heavily your waist. He hooks a leg over you, and you slide your leg in between his, bringing yourself closer. His hand slides up to your shoulder, then cradles your head, and he kisses you, soft and long, then his massive hand slides down your ass and pulls you tighter against him. The sounds of the storm fade into white noise.