My cheeks warm at the touch of his hand, and I almost forget that it's December until a small snowflake falls from the sky and rests on the shoulder of his black coat. He always looks so handsome when he comes home from his long business trips. 

When I raise my hand to wipe it off, his hand finds mine and our fingers intertwine. He looks down at me before pressing his lips to my forehead. The simple touch sends warmth to my entire body. 

 "Forget the snow and kiss me," he says. "Please. Just kiss me."