The cool evening air nipped at your exposed skin as you stood on your boyfriend's front porch, your fingers curled into a fist as you tapped on the door. You were mentally cursing yourself for not wearing a coat, as goosebumps were now creeping along your skin.
Before you managed to freeze to death, the door swung open, revealing a grinning Scott McCall. "Hey babe," he greeted, and you returned his smile, stepping into the warm house.
After pushing the door shut, he turned to you, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a hug. You placed your arms around his waist, leaning into him and breathing in his oh so familiar scent.
"Hey, where's your mom?" You inquired, glancing around.
"She had some last minute Christmas shopping to do, so she won't be home for a while. We'll probably be finished with everything when she gets back." He took your hand, leading you into the kitchen.
"Before we do anything, we need some music playing." You strolled off to the living room, sifting through the collection of cds that was stored beneath the tv. You located a Christmas album and placed it in the cd player before happily walking back into the kitchen where Scott was pulling things out of cabinets.
The two of you were planning on making cookies that evening, and once they were all finished you were going to take them to the sheriff's station to give to the whole police force. "Here," you spoke, slipping a piece of paper out of your pants pocket and placing it on the counter.
"This is the recipe, we're making gingerbread men. We don't have to make just men, though, we can do other shapes," you explained.
"Sure, I think we have some cookie cutters around here somewhere. At least, we used to anyway. I'll look for some."
"Good. Okay, I'll need you to help me find some things from the recipe because I don't even know where your mom keeps anything in here."
Scott nodded, a wide smile playing at his rosy lips. "Sure. What do you need?"
You turned your attention towards the recipe card and began naming things off, Scott showing you where they all were in the process. "Um...I think I have everything now," you finally spoke, "except for flour. Do you know where that is?"
"Actually, that's the one thing I don't know where to find."
You simply shrugged. "Then let's look for it." You opened the cupboard nearest to you, only to be met with an assortment of cups, but no flour. You went through two more cupboards before you finally located a tub of flour on the top shelf.
"Ah," you piped up, "I found it."
You stood on your tiptoes, reaching up to grab it. But the shelf proved to be too high, and you could just barely reach it. "Let me get it," came Scott's voice as he came to stand next to you.
"No, I can do it." You grunted slightly, trying to lengthen your posture as you reached even further. Suddenly, you felt the touch of Scott's hand on your tummy, which was slightly exposed from your shirt which was riding up.
You gasped at the cool touch, immediately pushing your shirt down. "Sorry," Scott said with a grin, "I couldn't help it." Then he promptly reached up and pulled the flour down with ease, and you rolled your eyes at the cheeky look on his face.
"Show off," you muttered.
"Only for you." He placed a kiss on your cheek before waltzing away to set the flour down with the rest of the ingredients.
You followed after him, reading over the recipe before holding up the flour bin. "First the flour goes in, then the spices," you mused, pulling open the lid. From then on, things commenced smoothly, the two of you taking turns adding things to the mixture until finally, the dough was finished.
