I laid down, covering my whole body with my sleeping bag, trying to get warm. Why did our class have to have a camping trip in the winter? I thought hotly. I longed to be in my warm, warm bed with the heater.

The wind howled as it attacked my tent. I pulled my blanket over my head, hoping to drown out the noise.

After a while, I could start to feel my toes starting to freeze; my nose and ears already frozen, gave me no joy.

The zipper to my tent made a squeaky sound, and a gust of wind propelled into my tent. The freezing wind snapped and barked at my body. A rake of shivers went up and down my spine.

The person quickly closed the tent flap and turned and pointed his glaring flashlight down on my body. I squinted, trying to figure out the person who was so rude as to make me even colder than I was.

"Do you need an extra blanket?" a soothing deep voice said to me.

That simple question meant so much to me. It meant that I won't be that cold, and I'd rather be that could than freezing.

I nodded my head, feeling the cold air swoop down into my sleeping bag. I heard the figure chuckle as he lowered himself down to set the blanket on my sleeping bag.

"Are you really that cold?" he asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

I gazed up at him, "Y-y-yes-s, I-I am-m." I stuttered, while my teeth chattered.

He laughed at me, "Move over," he said, while he took off his jacket, shoes, socks, and his shirt. All that was left was his sweat pants and whatever was underneath.

"Wh-hat are y-you do-oi-ing? Yo-ou'll fr-free-ze!" I exclaimed as best as I could.

All he said in reply was, "Take off any extra cloths you have on, plus your shoes and socks."

Before I knew what was going on, he had me locked under him. He unzipped my sleeping bag, my main source of heat. I tried to get him off me, but he was to strong. "This will get you warmer, I promise. So please stop digging your nails into my arms." he said softly.

After he unzipped my sleeping bag, he went for my jacket. He literally tore it off, even with me struggling. He then pined my torso down while he went for my feet. He ripped off my shoes and socks, leaving them exposed to the freezing seemed satisfied with his work, so he then tried to get in my sleeping bag with me. I didn't know what else to do, so I tried to make room for him.

It took awhile for us to get settled into the sleeping bag comfortably, but never or less, we did there I laid, next to a guy I didn't know who it was that didn't have a shirt on. In my sleeping bag. In the woods. In the winter time, while warmth from his body transferred to mine, making me curl up closer to him. His strong arms rapped around my shoulders, he moved one arm down to my waist to spread the heat. I let my head lay against his chest, where I could hear his heartbeat. Thump-thump…Thump-thump…Thump-thump…

I tried as hard as I could not to actually fling myself at him for his warmth, instead, I just snuggled closer and closer to back of my mind was telling me not to do this; I don't even know who it is! But my freezing body was stronger than my sensible side, and I was to comfortable to ever wanting to move.

"Thanks", I said, now being able to speak clearly.

He loosened his grip to smile down at me and say, "Your welcome." Just a bit of light was visible, even though, I could tell that I knew him from somewhere. But I was too tired to figure out at the moment. I snuggled closer, before I started to drift into sleep…