“Come on,” Love Interest called, climbing the frosty hill. I ran to catch up, long legs coming in handy. He grabbed my hand as I joined him, the other holding his sled. We walked up the hill together, thighs burning by the end. It was a good hill; tall, sloping, and big, with the perfect amount of ice. We set our sleds down at the top and hopped on. “3, 2, 1,” he yelled. “Go!” We pushed off the top, sliding down the hill. Sailing by in a cloud of fresh powdery snow that clung to our eyelashes and made my cheeks blush even redder than before. I bent down, willing my sled to move faster than his, enjoying the competition between us. I picked up speed, but so did he, copying my actions. His lips twitched into a smirk slowly shedding into a smile that glowed like a lightbulb on a dark night. He was certainly the perfect distraction from the college classes looming over my head. He reached for my hand through the white waves of snow between us, lips pulled back to reveal an even wider smile. I took his hand, gripping tightly as we hit the steep section, gasping as we slid over the icy ground. My gasps were drowned out by his chuckles, laughing at my nervousness. Eventually, our sleds starting to lose speed, slowing to a stop at the bottom, a few feet from my truck. As the sled halted, I fell back against the firm wood beneath me, my hair standing out sharply against the white snow beneath my head. He hopped off his sled, fingers never leaving mine, still together in a snow-covered lock. He leaned over me, his free hand reaching down to pull my face to his. His kiss was warm, completely different from the surroundings. The cold air had turned my face into ice, but his lips slowly melted away the snow covering me. There we were, at the bottom of a hill, on an old wooden sled, one of his hands in my hair and the other interlocked with mine, with his lips against my own, and his tongue gently licking at the bottom of my lip, gaining entry into my mouth. I took it in, relishing in it the way I would a piece of dark chocolate, letting his tongue coat the inside of my mouth. It was the most amazing combination of opposites I had ever felt; laying down covered in snow with his warmth and mine fighting against the icy air surrounding us. His hands warmed my skin, sliding down my neck as the icy air slid with him, sending icy shivers down my spine as warm hands massaged my shoulder. I bit his lip lightly, taking just a bit more of his warmth into my mouth. He returned in kind, lips pressing against mine hungrily, forcefully knocking a wave of warmth into my body. His body bled warmth too, one leg between mine, his covered stomach against mine. Right then, I was thankful for the icy air, without it I feared I would melt into the earth, becoming a puddle at his hands.