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10. "We're definitely snowed in for tonight".

Mick stood in front of the window as the snow fell from the sky. A big, white cover already spread out over Geneva. "You know, I don't think it's save to drive back now". He eventually spoke up, while you were lazily seated on the couch, scrolling through your social media. It didn't take long before the lights started to flicker and then everything was out. "Is the power out?". You sat up now. "It seems to be". Mick muttered and he took his phone to activate the flashlight and move to the fuse box, flicking some switches but none of them activated the electricity again. "It's not just snowing anymore". You commented on what he mentioned earlier. "It looks like a snow storm". You added. "Yeah, you're absolutely not going to drive through this". He yelled from the other side of the house, where the fuse box was. You and Mick were just having an evening together, as friends, to catch up after his promotion to Haas and how he won the championship.

You planned on going home before midnight, not wanting to keep him up till too late. You jumped slightly from Mick's sudden presence next to you and he looked out at the snowy landscape again, the snow rapidly coming down and the wind breezing around the apartment with force. "That's a snowstorm". Mick commented. "We're definitely snowed in for tonight". He said. "What am I supposed to do now?". You asked, turning to face him. "Stay, obviously". He said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And it would be the most normal thing in the world, if only you hadn't developed feelings for him. "The heating was on in my bedroom till the power went out, you can sleep there". Mick said, making you frown. "But what about you?". You asked. "The couch is fine for a night, I'm sure it will be over in the morning". Mick said, clearly not minding it. "Turn that frown upside down, princess". Mick teasingly added. "It's way past your bedtime, so I'd hurry if I were you". You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, making him laugh.

You shook your head, but laughed nevertheless. "I don't have anything to wear, so I'm just going to grab one of your shirts, alright?". You asked, already in the doorway. He nodded. "Of course". Mick watched you go out of his sight and he nibbled at his lower lip, shaking his head at himself now and he got some blankets for himself, spreading them out over the couch. He went to the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth and you were leaned against the wall outside of the bathroom, waiting for your turn. Mick briefly eyed you in one of his sweaters that fell down to your thighs. "Goodnight". He blurted out when you looked up at him. "Goodnight". You replied, brushing your teeth as well. You walked through the dark hallway, shivering slightly as you could now notice that the heating was out as well. You quickly got to his bed, crawling under the thick duvet. You pulled it up to your chin, the scent of him and his cologne lingering on it.

You closed your eyes and listened to the wind outside, but the sounds never faded out and you never drifted off to sleep. Mick was just as awake as you were and he was cold in the living room on the couch. His bare chest was covered with goosebumps, even while he tightly pulled the blanket over himself. Now, Mick was all up for being a gentleman for you, but he wasn't going to freeze here tonight. He got up from the couch and he made his way over to his room. He was quiet when he entered and you didn't say anything as he walked around his bed to lay down on the side that was empty. Mick pulled the duvet over himself, silently laying next to you for a good couple minutes, before his arm curled around your waist and he pulled you into his chest. Your turned around to face him, your hands feeling warm on his chest and his abdomen. You sighed contently, resting your head on his chest to hear his heart steadily beating. One of his hands snaked under the material of the sweater you were wearing, causing you to gasp when his cold fingertips ran over your spine.

It caused you both to chuckle, yet you didn't speak up about why you were cuddling now. You both felt comfortable and his chin rested on top of your head as you both finally drifted off to sleep.