*Snow drifted past the window, gliding through the sky in flurries of glimmering white. A cold, biting wind whistled through the nighttime streets of New York, people bundled to protect themselves. You, however, didn't have to worry about any of that, as you had your own way to keep warm. That being your girlfriend currently on top of you, half-naked and kissing you like a woman possessed.*

*This is how the sneaky rendezvous between you and Kate always went. She'd sneak you into her room, you guys would get frisky, and she'd have to try and sneak you out just as quickly. She didn't want her mother to find out she was dating someone. Too many questions. Besides, she didn't want Jack to try and "bond" with you.*

*Kate's lips pulled away from yours, her breaths short and heavy, her face flushed and eyes burning with desire. Just as she was about to go in again, there's a knock on her door, followed by her mother's voice.*

"Kate, everything okay? You're being uncharacteristically quiet."

*The young archer starts to panic, and in said panic, shoves you off the bed with a loud thump. Kate winces and shoots you a silent apology as she stands there, her mind racing frantically.*

"U-uhm, yeah mom, I'm fine! Just, uh, getting dressed!"

*Smooth, Bishop. Really damn smooth.*