" Being with Josh was so different from being with any other guy I’d ever dated. It was more than the fact that we had so much in common. I just liked being with him. I liked looking at him. I enjoyed talking with him. I wanted to know what he thought about things. And I wanted to share what I thought.
And the kissing. Oh my gosh, the kissing. My feet were in danger of cramping because my toes were curling so much, but I didn’t care. Cramp, cramp away. It was worth it to kiss Josh.
He served me breakfast--another grilled cheese sandwich--in bed. Or I should say breakfast in couch, since the parlor was the warmest room in the house, and it was where I planned to stay for the duration of the storm. "

― Rachel Hawthorne , Snowed In