This weather makes me imagine a cold, snowy morning in bed with Connor. I bet he’s not usually one to sleep in – but I bet I could convince him. Maybe he’d be putting on his clothes and I’d trail a line of kisses down his spine, trying to coax him back under the covers. Maybe I’d reach around and stroke him, pressing my bare chest against his back. Maybe that would be enough to have him whipping around and pinning me to the bed, to stay for another hour or two.