Something cold, sharp and icy struck your neck.
Ты turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” Ты laugh, as Ты lean down to scoop the snow.
Ты are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. Ты огонь back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles Ты into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” Ты laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
Ты were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
Ты start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are Ты cold?”
“Yeah.” Ты nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” Ты smile.