I shiver under my comforter. It's so cold, and our electricity went out! I huddle into a ball and try to conserve heat, but then a call rouses me from my semi-rest: "Oi, Maka, movie night! Get out of bed!" I groan, crawling out from under my covers, and my limbs grow stiff from the cold. Goosebumps break out on my arms, and I stumble out of my room, yawning. "Soul, it's so cold! I'm going to freeze!" "Calm down, Maka, you're not going to freeze. Even if we are snowed in, it's not that bad. I mean, I'm here, right?" He grins, and I glare. He's right, though. I don't mind being with him in all this. Soul is my favorite person in the world. Don't tell him I said that. He'll get even more cocky than he already is. I've lately developed a huge crush on him, but I haven't told him. Soul is my weapon, not my boyfriend. Ha, I wish. "But my body temperature only goes down! And the electricity is out!" I shiver again.

Little did Maka know about what was running through Soul's time.

'Hahaha if she was romantically involved with me, I'd heat her up faster than any thermostat could,' I think, my perverted side coming out. A thought crosses my mind. 'What if she does like me like that?' No, she wouldn't like me, I'm her weapon, and bookworms strictly mate with bookworms. 'But what if?' The nagging thought persisted. I press play on the movie and Maka sits on the cushion next to me, but about four inches away. I huff internally at her proximity. "Come on, I don't bite," I grin, tugging her over to me. "Usually." She glares at me for a few seconds. I grab her blanket and scoot toward her, laying it down on both of us. She leans her head on my chest and curls up on my lap, presumably listening to my heartbeat. She stops shivering and relaxes. "You're hot." "I know," I state. "Well, in more than one way," she adds, yawning. She looks so cute when she yawns- her nose scrunches up, and her eyes close. Wait, did she just call me hot? "Maka, are you drunk?" "Off of exaustion, maybe," she giggles, "and you're sexy as fuck. My lips are cold." So she's giddy off of no sleep? "Maka, I can't talk to you when you're like thi-!" I get cut off as Maka presses her frozen lips to mine. I don't taste booze, so she must be telling the truth about the exaustion thing. (AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT'S NOT A THING- I'VE BEEN LIKE THAT BEFORE) I press her to me, desperate for more, the movie forgotten. What I do taste is vanilla and red velvet cake batter. When we separate, both of us are panting heavily. "So, wanna go to dinner tomorrow?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world. By the way, I love you."