You held my hand and pulled me close. The snow was falling one by one, covering the whole place with a blanket of white. You rested your head on my shoulder as we lay on our porch swing. We sat in silence for a few minutes.
This was our first Christmas together as us, not just you and me. The wind blew gently enough to rock the swing and keep the snow away from us. On the table to our right sat two mugs of hot chocolate with the tiny marshmallows, just the way you like it.
Despite the cold surroundings you kept me warm to the touch, being covered in blankets and all. I hugged you tight and kissed your forehead. You looked at me, a bit surprised by my actions, but you didn't say anything. You just smiled.
When I thought it couldn't get warmer, it just did. That smile of yours sent a warm shock from my brain down my spine and spreaded through my whole body, then I smiled back. I leaned forward and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. You positioned yourself to sitting down. I stood up to get our mugs to have a drink and keep us a bit warmer.
I looked carefully at the white beyond our porch and the moon overhead. It was a beautiful scenery, but its beauty is nothing compared to yours. One by one the snow fell in an endless bliss. I took our mugs, walked back to the porch swing, and gave you your mug.
You took a few sips and made your way to lying down with your head on my shoulders again. I took your hot choco and placed it on the table to the left, much closer. The wind blew a bit harder and you squirmed just a little bit closer for warmth.
You looked at me. Your silver-like eyes were shining under the moonlight, almost blending in with the snow. I held up my hand to your cheek and gave you a little kiss on the forehead again. You pushed my hand away and went straight for my lips.
What little body heat you have left was transferred all to me. Your lips were freezing cold, chapped by the winds, but that was probably the warmest, softest kiss you ever gave me. I could feel a bit of soft snow and taste a bit of chocoloate on your lips.
You pulled back and it was like the warmth in me was sucked out. You nestled your head back to my shoulder and I wrapped the blanket around you. I looked at your petite face, blue from the snow and moonlight's reflection, so fragile under my touch. A smile cracked on your lips, you leaned up to my ear and whispered,
"I love you."
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