I hear the noise of the kettle being filled and the switch of it flicking on to boil while I go to the table I put my mobile down on. “Deal.” He seals it with another kiss and heads away to the kitchen. You make hot chocolate, and I’ll phone my mum.” “You can stay in Chloe’s old room,” he says, Chloe being his older sister who’s in her first year of university now so she’s not staying at home. Then I’ll call my mum and tell her I’m spending the night here.” It’s my turn to laugh then, and I roll my eyes at him. “Well, that, and I fear for your safety, like the caring boyfriend I am.” He laughs and hugs me, his arms slipping around my waist. “What, are you keeping me prisoner here now?” “Looks like you’re not going anywhere,” Will says, and there’s a blatantly smug note in his voice as he drops the blinds back into place. The thing that makes me smile most though, is seeing that in the last two hours or so since we looked out at the starting flurries of snow, there’re a good few inches blocking up the roads. There aren’t any cars out on the roads, and if there are any a couple of streets down, it’s impossible to hear them. The orange glow of the streetlights mingle with the paced alternation of coloured Christmas lights decorating the houses in the street, but everything seems muffled by the snow. The snow falls thick and fast outside, almost a blizzard. He stands and walks over to the window, and I follow him, peeking outside as Will pulls the curtains and the blinds back so we can see out. Will chuckles and sits up, holding onto my hand as I clamber off the sofa and get to my feet. “I was supposed to be home like, an hour ago.” “I can’t,” I say, and I force myself to peel his arms away from me. “Can’t you stay just a little longer?” he asks. I don’t even want to get up from this spot. “I have to get going,” I mumble regretfully.
#Words to let it snow tv#
But as the credits begin to roll on the TV screen, Will lets out a sigh, his breath washing over my face, and his arms tighten around me, because he knows exactly what I’m about to say. It’s far too comfy here, lying on the sofa in Will’s arms with his chin resting on my shoulder as we watch the end of Miracle on 34th Street.
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