Sun is Down, Freezing Cold

You and Michelle leave french class once and for all. As you exit the hallways, the air becomes significantly colder. Michelle shrinks a little bit at the rush of bitter winteresque air, so you decide to take one for the team and hand her your jacket.

“There you go.”

“Thanks.”

Messy hair crowns her head, almost as if she just woke up. Your eyes focus on Michelle’s nose. It has suddenly transformed into this sweet little red corner that lights up her face. She rubs the sleeve of her sweater right into it so as to prevent the fluids from escaping her nostrils.

“Classy.” You remark ironically.

Michelle suppresses her laugh and just looks at you with a kind of naughty disapproval as she covers her mouth with her sweater sleeve. There’s a hint of mischief as she speaks.

“You know I’m still mad at you.”

“You can’t stay mad at me for long.”

“I know.”

You give her a kiss on the cheek. You feel the rough toughness of her skin, which must be doing its best to tolerate the chilly temperatures.

“My nipples are hard.”

“I noticed.”

“Oh come on!”

She lets out a chuckle. Her pearly blue eyes tingle a bit, shining sweetly like hot chocolate on a snowy day. She gives you a playful punch in the arm.

“OK, that was the last joke, I swear.”

You reach around and grab her waist, pulling her towards you. She’s pretty tall, but still shorter than you by a good bit. Holding her feels so comfortable and cozy, almost as if you were two pieces of a puzzle and the puzzle was like a massage chair or something.

“So, my nipples have been getting cold. I think I need a new bra.”

“You mean there’s different types of bras?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been free-boobing for the last few weeks, due to the heavy sweaters--”

“That’s it. I think the best bra is no bra at all.”

“Yeah but that means I have to wear this sweater all the time or risk exposing my nipples.”

“I’d be fine with that.”

“Don’t you worry about the other guys staring?”

“They can stare all they want. You’re way out of their league anyways.”

Michelle blushes as she smiles. A moment later, she rests her head on your chest. You feel a little warmth flowing around her.

The school’s garden is perfect for this type of walk. There’s trees with barely any leaves left, the sky is gray and clouds gather around, as if meeting with each other to discuss the snow. Little rays of sunshine kiss your long-sleeved shirt as you shiver. Your breath comes out like smoke.

Scarcely any people are walking around the school. Since winter holidays have now officially started, most people just took off. Apart from the occasional passerby, covered in jackets and scarves, there’s really not much else to see.

You don’t even realize how time melts on the soles of your boots. Before you know it, you’re in the school’s entrance. It’s a big gate between two large brick walls. You’re leaning on one of them, and next to you, Michelle does the same while blowing warm air from her mouth to her hands in an effort to keep warmth.

Time goes by. Seconds… Minutes… Maybe hours. Who knows?