Cold

I shudder. The cold is definitely here. It’s an uncontrollable reaction because I actually enjoy the cold.

We always have fights about this. You like the heat, I like the cold. Thankfully, we found a solution: in the summer I wear more bikinis in exchange for you radiating heat and letting me cuddle up to you in the winter. I think this is a great compromise. You always like it when I am wearing next to nothing and I enjoy being against your chest I adore so much.

In a movie I once saw they said: “he looks at me like I am the ice cream and he is the spoon.” With you, I see what she meant. I look at you like I might take a bite out of you. And I sometimes do.

You come and sit next to me. Good, you have to honour our deal. You grab the remote and turn on the fire pit in our garden, where we find ourselves most nights like today.

“Are you cold still?” You ask, wrapping your arms around me.
“Better now.”

You had the fire pit installed a few months ago. It wasn’t part of the agreement but I don’t complain. Sitting around it, looking at nothing in particular, listening to music and having a drink has become one of the things we most enjoy. How can I complain?

I look around, taking in all the sensations and smells. I smile and look at you.

“How can you not like the cold?” I ask.
“I do now.”