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Travis held onto the straps of his bag as he and Saint walked through the streets on their way home. They were talking and laughing together. It was cold so every time the wind blew, Saint moved closer and closer to Travis until she was half hiding behind him. Travis, noticing how cold she looked, he took his scarf off and handed it too her.

" Here Saint, put this on."

" Then you're going to be cold." She said. Travis smiled.

" You're colder than I am. Put it on." Saint smiled and took a hold of his favorite piece of clothing. She wrapped it around her neck and snuggled her chin and mouth into it. " It's smells good." She said without thinking. Thanking it was cold and her cheeks were already red so he couldn't tell how bad she was blushing. Travis chuckled.

" Thanks." He said. " I guess we both know that I think you smell good." He said as he blushed. Saint laughed and hooked her arm around his. Travis let her pull him into her. They snuggled together as they walked.

" It is so cold!" She explained as she nestled her face into his arm.

" Come on, let's run." Travis suggested. The friends took hands and started running.

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They were still laughing as they climbed the stairs to their loft. Both of their cheeks were red and their hands were freezing. They stayed wrapped up into each other, using each other for extra warmth. He took out his key and they pulled apart for him to unlock the door. Travis walked in first with Saint following him and closing the door.

" Holy shit, it's cold!" He explained as they moved down the long hallway together.

" I know! I'm sick of it. I'm ready for warm weather." Saint said. She pulled off her jacket and draped it over one of their chairs. Travis took his off, smiling at her as she walked into the kitchen area. " Hot chocolate?"

" Sure." He said. " You gonna take my scarf off?" He asked as she opened the fridge.

" Hell no. I'm still cold and it's warm." Travis chuckled as he slipped onto one of the bar stools by their counters. He watched as she pulled out the milk then made a grab for two cups.

" What are you doing? I thought you were going to make hot chocolate?" Travis asked.

" I am." Saint said as she poured some milk into the cups.

" Well aren't you going to use water?" Saint frowned and turned around slowly.

" Water?"

" Yeah. That's how my mom always made it." Saint closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.

" Oh Travs, my poor little Travis." She said. She turned around and put the milk away. " You never make hot chocolate with water." Travis laughed again.

They continued to talk as he watched her make their drinks. She heated up the milk, stirred in the mixture in then started cutting up the marshmallows. She carefully placed them in their cups then walked around the counter. She sat down next to him and gave him a cup. They clicked glasses with both still smiling.

" Get ready to have the best cup of hot chocolate you have ever had." She said. Travis brought it to his mouth and blew on it slightly before he took a drink.

" Holy shit, that is good!" He explained.

" I told you." Saint said.

" Is that really because of the milk?" Travis asked. Saint laughed and hopped off the stool.

" No. I put some love in there. Just. For. You." Travis laughed.

" I can taste it." He said.

" Good. I have to study now." Saint said. Travis kept his smile as he watched her disappear into her room.

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" Hey, slut," Derrick said as he walked into Saint's room. She turned around in her chair and raised her eyebrows. " I want to go out. Get your hot little ass ready."

" I can't tonight, Derrick." She said. He flopped down on top of her bed.

" Why not? You know how much ass I get when I'm out with you?" He asked as he curled up. He pulled the blankets over him and snuggled into her pillow. " Damn, Saint. Your bed smells good."

" That's because my bed isn't tainted by whores." Saint said with a smile. " And what do you mean you get ass when I'm with you? You never have a problem getting girls."

" Because you, for some reason, are like a chick magnet. I think it's because your face is so sweet looking but it's just a theory." Derrick said, making her laugh.

" Well you will have to go it alone tonight. I have to study." Derrick sighed loudly and kicked her blankets off at the same time Travis walked into her room.

" Hey, Dick, you coming out with me tonight?" Derrick asked.

" I can't. I have an art assignment to do." Travis said as he sat down at the end of her bed.

" Oh for fuck sakes, you two are losers." Derrick said as he pushed himself up. " I'm meeting Jones there so I'm sure we will be out late. Later you two."

Saint's bed was against a wall so Travis sat back until he could rest his back against it. He put his hands in his pants while she turned back around to her desk and started writing again. Neither one spoke until they heard the door to the loft open then close again. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sometimes when he was around her, he got so nervous.

" You want to take a break? Get something to eat?" He asked.

" Ah, sure. Yeah. I could eat." She turned back around and stood up. " Should I make something or do you want to run out?" She asked.

" Let's run out. Get some sandwiches and coffee. Then I need you to help me with something."

" With what?"

" I need a model."

" And what do I have to do?" She asked.

" Just let me take your picture. I'm experimenting with colors and visual tricks." Travis said.

" Okay but then I need to study." Saint said. Travis nodded and smiled.

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They sat across from each other at a small cafe. He watched her small hands tear her sandwich to pieces before she started eating. Jones' words started ringing through his head. She was wrong. Travis couldn't like Saint. The thought made him sad as he watched her laugh at something he said. He couldn't like her because she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend she had been with for eight years and she wasn't about to give him up for a guy she had only known for three of those years.

Travis and Saint made their way back home, locked up tight together again. Not because she liked him or he liked her but because it was cold. They were cold. He pulled the collar of his coat up and snuggled his neck into it because she was still wearing his scarf. She hadn't taken it off once but he didn't mind. She looked cute in it.

Once they were home, Saint went into her room and changed her clothes into a white tank top and white shorts. He wanted her in all white clothes for his pictures. Once she was dressed, she walked into his room and found him at his desk. Travis stood up and directed her to where he wanted her to stand then he draped a sheer, light blue material over her. It looked like a wedding veil.

" You want it over my face?" She asked.

" Yeah. I want you to smile too, okay?" Travis as he picked up his camera.

He took pictures of her with the veil over her face, having it covering her body. A few times, she raised her hands up and over her head. He had her tilt her head back and close her eyes. He snapped the pictures, loving how amazing they looked. He set the camera down and gently brought the veil over her face. He positioned it over her shoulders then took her face in his hands.

" I'm just going to tilt your face, okay?" He asked softly.

" Okay." She said as she stared into his eyes. She bit down on the left side of her lip.

" I think I have what I need but I just want a few more." He won't admit it but he wanted them for himself.

" Okay." She said.

' Pull away.' Travis said to himself. But instead of listening, he started to stroke her cheeks slowly. Her breath caught as her lips parted. His tongue snaked out and over his bottom lip as it suddenly became hard for him to breath. He swallowed hard and found himself leaning down as she stepped up. Their eyes closed at the same time.

Then her phone started to ring and the spell was broken. Travis pulled away as he blushed. He gave her his back, stating he didn't need anymore pictures. Slowly Saint pulled the veil away, staring hard at his back. He was messing with his camera. Saint hurried to his desk where her phone was sitting. It was ringing, making the air between them awkward and embarrassing.

" Hello?" She knew her voice was breathless as she stared at Travis who won't meet her eyes.

" Hey there Sweetheart." Saint closed her eyes.

" Hi, Nick." Travis' shoulders tensed and reality rooted him firmly to the ground.