I sat up and crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Sam. I had found that my mom and dad weren't using the heating quite sensibly. The thermostat said 60 degrees, but the cooler air still leaked through the window, even when they were closed. The blankets on my bed weren't much help either. I had given up and gotten out of bed, because when it's this cold, trying to stay warm under the covers is useless. Cold always wins.
The clock said 5:13 A.M, and the dark, starless sky out my window agreed with it. I took one last look at Sam, asleep. He had his arms wrapped around himself and a frustrated expression on his face. I guessed that even in his sleep, he was as cold as I was. Still am, actually. Then sit stumbled quietly into the kitchen for a cup of tea.
As I walked down the stairs, I was convinced I wanted my tea very hot to warm me up quicker, that it wouldn't burn me because I was so cold. I learned my lesson when my tongue got burned. "Ah!" I jumped, nearly dropping the cup. There was a low chuckle from behind me. I turned to see Sam. I groaned quietly and walked over and pressed my face against his chest. "Ow." I mumbled. He cooed soothingly and went to the freezer. "What's that?" I asked.
"An ice cube." He answered.
"I'm not so sure about that." I protested backing up to the couch. He was still approaching when I burried myself under the blanket left over from when we had watched a movie together last night. I felt the cushions sink a little next to me. I sat up, leaving only my head free of the blanket. "But I'm cold." I complained.
"Tongue. Now." He smirked a little. When that had no effect on me, he opened his own mouth. "Ahhh..." I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth. He popped the ice cube in my mouth. I tried to keep it on the burn at the tip of my tongue. He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned over to kiss me. I pulled back and laughed, trying not to choke on the ice cube. His hand was cold and cold on my shoulder, and I had an ice cube in in my mouth. Something was wrong with this picture.
Sam leaned back with a grin, "Morning." I nodded and echoed him. "What woke you?" He asked.
"Cold. And you?" He nodded.
"Cold."
We waited for my tea to cool down, and when it did, we shared. Then Sam pulled me back to the couch and we exchanged quiet mumbled secrets, listening to the wind against the walls and the steady thrum of each other's heartbeats until we eventually fell asleep again.
