It's Zoey's phone.

She got up, and it was almost as if the cloud around both of their heads lost all of it's power. Heading over to her phone plugged into the wall, she answered.

"Hey, baby."

"..."

"Uh, yeah, I'm not gonna be able to make it to my house."

"..."

"I know, I know."

"..."

"Well the advisory said 9 tomorrow..."

"..."

"No, I'm just- ah, um, sleeping in my car. Yeah. Tyler left a while ago I think."

This caught his attention. She was looking him in the eyes.

The cloud never went away.

"I'll be sure to try and keep warm any way I can."

"..."

"I dunno, I don't think I'll run the heater in my car for long if I do. It's already pretty hot in here."

"..."

"Yep. I love you so much, baby."

*Click*

She made her way silently back over to the couch. Taking her shoes off, she slid back under the covers and pressed her feet directly onto his crotch, which was most certainly erect.

"Oh my- fuck." Tyler said.

"Sorry." She apologized, "I'm just trying to find a comfy position." He felt one of her feet's toes on his tip, even through the denim pants. "You know how hard it is to find a good position on a couch."

Tyler felt his heart pound fast. Extremely fast. He knew they were getting closer and closer to a point of almost no return.

Almost as if by magic, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. She released him, and he quickly got up to answer.

*click*

...Hey, baby. Did you ever make it home?

No, I, uh, got snowed in. Looks like I'm spending the night at the bookstore.

...Oh the bookstore? What're ya gonna do, sleep on a pile of books?

It's better than sleeping like an icicle in my car.

...Are you at least okay? Is it warm?

It's hot, actually. Um, Ethan had a spare heater and stuff in the break room. A couch, too.

...Oh a couch? ...I guess Zoey has to take that, huh?

(Tyler knew he had a choice to make.)