Joe’s ears picked up a familiar sound, and upon looking at the door he looked up just in time to see a familiar face appear through the door. “Anyone home?” she asked looking at Joe’s soft smile. She clicked her tongue approvingly as she swung her hips around the open door. The click of the door permeated the quiet room as Joe’s eyes gazed onto the paper’s he was holding onto, and in a panic mode, he suddenly shoved them under his large sweater he was wearing in hopes that she wouldn’t notice. And for a moment, he thought she didn’t. “Why are you home alone on this glorious winter day?” she asked, climbing across his extended legs and curling over his body. Joe felt the soft, homey feeling of her cheek fitting into the nape of his neck and shrugged, “I dunno. Snow gets old sometimes.” he replied. And in return she scoffed, and knowing her, Joe could sense that he was covering something up. And much to Joe’s dismay, he could already feel her fingers play with the hem of his sweater. “Please don’t.” he groaned. She giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder to straddle his hips, gently pawing down his chest, purring, “Secrets, secrets are no fun unless they’re shared with everyone.” Joe rolled his eyes, trying not to let her touch ignite something else, “Shut up.” But still she remained persistent in the search for the paper’s Joe so easily hid, and after nearly finding it, Joe grabbed her wrists in one swift motion, keeping them held with one hand and throwing her over until they switched places, “You don’t tease me baby, that’s my job.” And he slowly began to sprinkle an array of kisses everywhere but her lips, earning sounds from her that he hadn’t heard before.