Outside, pressed against a wall, she whimpers as he nibbles her jaw; it's snowing but she only feels heat, sweat, the softness of his hair brushing her face.

She'll need to wear a turtleneck to hide the marks of his teeth but the thought quickly dissolves into sensation as a deft hand slips between her legs to stroke her burning clit with cold fingers. She helps guide him inside, before hooking her legs around his waist to sink deeper.

He captures her moan of "Jooooosh," in his mouth and, with the snowflakes adorning her blond hair, he believes in angels.