Note: Listen to the song.. it's Zac singing ❤️

*Bailey*
"Well I am not thankful for this weather.. that's for sure". I grumble as I feel how the wind is pulling at my small car. I usually love autumn, even the occasional storm.. if I can stay inside in the warmth.. preferably sipping hot cocoa by the fireplace.. driving around here out in the countryside, constantly fearing getting hit by a falling tree.. not so much.

It is thanksgiving and most people are sitting at the table right now, stuffing their faces and bellies.. but in my family we are a bit weird.. we always have our thanksgiving dinner at lunch time.. I think it is because there has always been a lot of kids and elderly people participating.. and well they have a hard time waiting and also they go to bed early.. so we eat early and then play games and talk through the evening.

"Why live all the way out here.. and why spend thanksgiving alone ?" I mumble to myself.. talking about Zac.. who I am on my way to visit to deliver a feast from my mom.. she was so worried knowing he is alone and can't cook, that I volunteered to drive out here to feed him.

Zac is a friend of the family.. I mean originally he was a friend of my older brother Kit, who is a personal trainer at the gym.. but Zac is just.. Well Zac and very soon kind of my whole family knew him.. you can say we adopted him.

So Zac, for some reason I have not been told the details of, is on his own for the thanksgiving and had gracefully rejected my mother's offer to join us.. claiming he didn't want to impose on family time.

That is the reason why I am now battling my way through this storm out to wyldwood, to deliver a thanksgiving feast.. Well and the reason for me doing it is that I am the only one who did not have any alcohol today.

"Shit". I swerve just in time to avoid a rather big branch skitting across the road. Honestly I am really happy when I see the light from Zac's house come into view up ahead.

I park and almost scream when my door is pulled open and Zac's voice sound from inside a big parka coat. "Hi Bayling.. Why don't you hand me the big crate I am sure your mamma has send".

"Shit Zac are you psychic or something..? Oh my mom called didn't she ? And what have I told you about calling me that ?" I hand him the big box.

So my name is Bailey, but people normally call me Bay.. Zac had instantly been calling me darling, which I am not a big fan of, so I kept telling him to say Bay.. somehow it ended on Bayling which I constantly tell him to stop doing, but secretly love.

"She called yeah.. and you know you love it". He starts walking towards the door. "Come on inside .. it's cold out tonight".

I was actually going to turn right around and go back home, but I guess it would be rude. So I turn of the car and get out, following him inside.. I guess I can stay for a moment.

He puts down the crate and kick of his shoes while peeling of the big coat. "Well happy thanksgiving Bayling.. and thanks for driving all the way out here in this weather.. I appreciate that immensely".

"And a happy thanks..". Dammit under the coat he is just wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that's at least a size to small and grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "..giving to you too".

"Get out of that coat and then give me a hug". He grin at me. "I have hot eggnog and now food too.. so a lot to offer as you can see".

Okay seems I am staying for a bit then. "I really should go.. but maybe just half a glass then".

He pulls me into a warm hug as soon as my coat is off, and I close my eyes for a second, being hugged by Zac is a little slice of heaven. Then he picks up the box and I follow him into the kitchen.

"Come on, it's really bad out there.. stay for a bit.. let see if the storm dies down". He put the box on the table. "Okay let's see what's in here".

"Oh there is everything.. and probably enough to feed 3 or 4 people". I say grinning, as Zac starts to unload the food.

He looks at the containers of food. "I think your mom is trying to fatten me up".

"Quite possible.. my mom thinks men should have meat on their bones". I chuckle. "But no one say you need to eat it all".

"Would be a shame wasting it". He bites his lip looking at me. "Hmm you think it's good enough cold".

I look at him. "You still haven't figured out the microwave have you ?"

"Nah". He gives me a sheepish grin. "But..If you heat it we can share".

It has been 3 hours since I ate, and I actually held back a bit, so I guess I could have a bite. "Sure.. I'll heat it for you, your big baby".

"Thank you.. you are something special". He grin at me, which as always makes my heart beat out of sync. "If you handle that I'll go get my new cool fake fireplace going".

"Fake fireplace ?" I cock one eyebrow looking at him.

He nod looking all exited. "Marshall helped me set it up, it looks exactly like a real fireplace.. but it's like a gas flame so no smoke and no chimney needed.. it still warms you though".

"Oh sound cool.. let me handle this.. then you can show me.. okay ?" I can't help smiling at the excited look on his face.. I love how he gets super excited by little things.

"Sounds perfect Bayling". He lean over the table pressing his warm lips to my cheek.

I look after him as he disappear and let out a sigh.. damn that man is not only like unbelievable handsome, he is also the sweetest, most funny, totally amazing guy ever.. yeah okay so I might have a slight crush on him.. but I am a pastry chef and he is.. well a movie star.. so.. never gonna happen.

After heating up the food, I load it on two plates, much more on his than on mine, then I carry them into his living room. "Dinner is ready".

"Oh marvellous". Zac looks up at me with the most amazing smile. He is sitting cross legged on a soft pillow on the floor.. then he pad on the pillow next to him. "Come sit my dear".

I hand him the plate and sit down, looking at the very realistic looking fireplace, hearing the storm howl outside. "It's beautiful Zac.. and pretty cool".

"Aww thank Bayling". He breathes out slowly. "So you fit in perfectly then".

I feel my cheeks heat up.. oh did he just call me beautiful ? "Uhmm.. thanks".

He just give me that cheeky little smile, then he dig into his food, letting out a small groan like moan. "Oh lord.. this gravy is practically sinful.. uhh talking of sinful.. would you have happened to bring any pie ?"

"Yeah Zac.. I brought pie.. 3 kinds actually". Pies are my speciality, and my family can never decide on one taste.

The face he makes is almost orgasmic. "Ohh 3 kinds.. you are definitely trying to get me fat.. what kind ?"

I bite my lips, trying not to let him affect me. "There is a sweet potato, a honey caramel pecan and a banana creme one".

"Yeah so definitely need a slice of each.. and a mountain of whipped creme and that warm eggnog we talked about.. that's the recipe for an almost perfect evening" He puts a piece of turkey in his mouth chewing it slowly.

"Almost perfect ?" I look at him. "What more would you want ?"

He rub his chin slowly with his thumb and forefinger. "A beautiful woman to snuggle with in front of the fire would be.. wait a minute.. it is a perfect evening then".

I feel my cheeks heat up and my throat go dry and I don't know how else to react than to slap his shoulder. "Zac ! Behave".

We talk about just about everything, as we finish up our food. Zac is just the kinda guy who instantly makes you feel relaxed, and like you can tell him almost everything.. Well except for the fact that I like him.

"So.. pies and eggnog ?" Zac ask after we have just been sitting here for a while, digesting our food.

I look at my watch. "I really should go.. my parents will start to worry".

"But baby it's cold outside". He halfway sing it, giving me one of those heart stopping grins. "Send them a text saying you are sitting out the storm here".

"You are making it hard to say no". I feel my heart beat like crazy.

He takes my hand, pulling me with him towards the kitchen. "Well good.. that's what I was trying to".

"You are.. such a charming bastard.. you know that right ?" I sigh and follow him. "You think you can handle whipping some cream without burning it ?"

"Sassy much little lady ?" He makes a face. "I think I can handle that.. and slicing the pies too.. if you can make the eggnog".

I turn to look at him, placing my hands on my hips. "I remember someone saying 'I have warm eggnog'.. did you lie to make me stay ?"

"Lie is such a hard word.. I almost have eggnog.. like I have the ingredients". He step closer, and suddenly I am crowded by his body against the kitchen counter. I feel like my heart might stop as he leans closer.. and without thinking I close my eyes.. then he.. clears his throat and my eyes spring open. "Here is the sauce pan".

"Oh sure.. yeah". I feel rather dumb right now.. of course he was not going to kiss me.

I can't help notice the cheeky smirk on his lips as he walks to the fridge and bring me the ingredients. "Here you go Bayling".

"Thanks". I put over the pan and start on the eggnog, trying to ignore the feelings stirring in me.. Maybe it would be better if I just went home.. to spare myself the.. heartbreak.

Suddenly I feel Zac behind me his body kinda pressing against mine as he leans in.. his voice right in my ear. "Sorry, just need the hand mixer".

I close my eyes breathing in.. dammit Zac, are you trying to kill me here ? "Okay.. you could have.. asked".

"I could.. but this was.. more fun". He chuckles to himself as he pull away and seconds later I hear the machine start.

I try to stop my cheeks from heating up.. I mean I have a feeling I am busted.. he knows what effect he has on me and right now I am so embarrassed.. I should so leave, but that would just be so.. obvious.

I take the eggnog of the heat and turn. "Do you have a couple of cups Zac ?"

"Sure.. but first.. what's wrong with this whipped cream ? It looks weird". He hold the bowl towards me.

I dip a finger in it, putting it in my mouth sucking it of slowly, noticing how his eyes is lingering on my lips. "Uhm Zac this is practically butter".

"Butter ?" He is still staring at my lips.

"Yeah.. you whisked it to butter". I nervously bite my lip, for some reason it makes me nervous that he looks at me like that. "Do you have more cream and another bowl ?"

He nods. "Yeah".

"Could you get them ?" I feel a smile tug at my lip.

"Sure". He still just look at me, but when I clear my throat he shakes his head slightly. "Oh yeah.. get it".

He goes to get a bowl and the cream, handing them to me. I pour the cream and turn my back to him, starting the machine. Suddenly I feel him behind me his long arms coming around me to rest on top of mine on the mixer. "Show me".

"Oookay". Breathe Bailey.. dammit breathe and do not drop the mixer no matter how weak he makes your knees go.

His breath fan over my ear as he leans closer and whisper. "Total ghost moment right here.. do you feel it".

Somehow I manage to finish the whipped cream and something just.. gets into me.. I dip my finger in the white foam and manage to turn in his arms to smear it on his nose. "This is the consistency we are looking for".

"Oh.. this consistency ?" He dip his finger in the whipped cream and look at it. "But does it taste right too ?"

I make a very undignified sound when he slowly smear the whipped cream on my bottom lip, then he gives me an absolutely panty dropping smirk before slowly leaning in to catch my mouth with his.

My hands grab a hold of his shoulders, he has one hand on my lower back, the other one comes up to gently rest on my cheek. My heart is pounding and I feel lightheaded.. the kiss is soft but passionate, it is fire and ice.. it is everything I ever dreamed and so much more.

He finally let me go and smile at me. "Sorry I have been wanting to do that forever".

"Let me guess ever since I walked in the door ?" I am trying to get my breathing back.

"No.. ever since the first time Kit brought you out here". He cock his head slightly with a sheepish grin, and when I look at him he shrug softly.

I swallow.. dammit for real ? To be honest I had been instantly attracted to him too. "Oh.. good to know".

He just smile, slowly running his fingers down along my jaw. "Actually miss Bailey, I am possibly in love with you.. and I would like it if you would want to be mine".

"Yes". It comes out as a weak croak.. and I breathe in deeply. "Cause I kinda might be in love with you too".

"Marvelous". He pulls me into him. "I think I want to kiss you again.. and then.. pie and eggnog all snuggled up.. and you better call your mom.. to tell her you are staying".

I feel my face flush but hide it by kissing him.. yup baby it's cold outside.. and I am gonna spend the night snuggled into my amazing new boyfriend.. suddenly I am thankful for the storm.. happy thanksgiving y'all.