Charlie P.O.V

Michael and I snuggle by the fire for most of the morning. My leg isn't killing me to move it anymore. It still hurts a bit, but nowhere near as bad as before. It's actually tolerable.

Michael has a lot of natural body heat. It feels nice in such a cold house. I've never felt someone so warm before.

"You're really warm," I tell him.

"I'm a naturally warm person," he says, pecking my lips.

A smile quickly spreads across my face from ear to ear. I like when Michael kisses me, even if it's just a peck. It still means something. I've wanted this for a long time and now I have finally gotten it.

"Maybe after the snow storm, we could use the fire pit outside," I suggest while looking out to the deck.

"Maybe, if you're not too cold."

I hear the familiar buzz of a phone vibrating. It's Michael's phone. He takes it out and turns it on. By the look on his face, I can tell that whatever it is, he isn't happy about it.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

I didn't get a chance to see his phone screen, not that it was any of my business. However, I want to know if something is bothering Michael. I care about him and I don't want him to be upset.

"It's nothing. My dad just wants me back home," Michael explains with a sigh.

"Oh. Do you think you should go? It might be important."

I may want Michael to stay, but not if it gets him in trouble. Besides, after the storm, his family could need some help with cleanup or something of that nature. They would especially be worried since Michael didn't go home last night, even if he texted them.

"I probably should, but I don't want to," he says after a moment in total honesty.

"I don't want you to leave either." A small smile spreads across my cheeks.

I finally feel like I'm getting close to Michael. I don't want him to leave now. Sure, he'll have to go home eventually, but that doesn't mean he has to leave right now. He can stay for a bit longer if he wants to.

"Then I'll stay."

Michael and I continue to lay on the sofa. The power remains out. The only thing we have to keep us occupied is each other. I have no problem with that and I see no objection from Michael either.

After about half an hour, Michael's phone begins vibrating again. I can hear and feel the vibrations coming one after another. I assume that it means that his family wants him home, sooner rather than later.

Michael sighs and takes out his phone. I can tell that he's unhappy. There's a certain level of irritation that is clearly visible in his eyes as he looks at the abundance of new and incoming messages.

"Sorry, Charlie, my dad wants me home asap," he groans with a sigh.

"I understand," I tell him, my smile quickly fading.

Michael sighs and pulls me close. I can tell that he doesn't want to go. I don't want him to go either. He's the only one I have to keep me company. He's the only thing that is really keeping me warm. I don't want him to leave yet.

"I'm sorry," he whispers softly.

"It's okay. You should get home to your family," I tell him.

Michael kisses my cheek and gets up. As soon as he leaves I feel his warmth fade away. Now I feel cold. It's not the most desirable feeling in the world.

"I'll come back as soon as I can, okay?" Michael says.

"Okay." I pull a blanket from the back of the couch and wrap my lower half in it.

Michael must see that I'm already growing colder without him because he takes his jacket off and leaves it on the couch on his way out. I smile and bite my lip before pulling it on. It starts to make me feel warmer instantly. Not only is it warm, but it smells like Michael. It's comforting.

After a few minutes, I hear the garage open. Then it closes just a minute later. Michael obviously opened it by hand so he could get his truck out. It's better that he doesn't walk in the snow, even if driving can be dangerous.

I remain on the couch, wrapped up in several blankets and Michael's jacket that is several sizes too big for me, not that I'm complaining. Oversized clothes always feel more comfortable and relaxed. Plus this belongs to Michael, someone I care about, which only makes it even more special than if it were just some oversized jacket I bought at a clothing store.

The jacket also gives Michael a reason to come back to see me. He left the signature leather jacket that I've seen him wear almost every day since junior year. It's part of his aesthetic. He's had it for so long yet he trusts me with it. He'll come back to get it soon.

I look out the sliding glass door and see that the snowstorm has nearly stopped. Just a few stray snowflakes fall every few seconds. Hopefully, the town won't receive any more snow for a few days. At least, not until some of this snow melts away.

Perhaps I'll go out to the fire pit later and sit by the fire to keep warm. I could build a fire in the fireplace, but having one outside seems nicer. Plus I might get to see my wolf. He didn't come around when Michael was here, but that might have just been because of how it was snowing. Maybe he'll come back now that the snow has lessened up. I suppose I'll just have to wait until I go out and build a fire. I might not stay out very long, but even if I get to see him for a few minutes I'll be happy. I hope he comes back.