I keep imagining myself and Connor on a nice winter getaway, holed up in a cozy resort during a snow storm. We sit on a couch next to a large window and stare at the falling snow. It’s cold as hell, but we’re both from New England so we’re used to it. We cuddle with a large, fluffy blanket and he starts getting “ideas” on how we can stay warm. He kisses my hand, waiting for a response, and I graciously accept. As long as he’s here, I’ll be nice and hot all winter 😉

Confession by @thesugarbandit
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