Rain to Snow ch. 3 prompt.
Some time in the middle of the night, as the storm raged on outside and the heat stubbornly refused to work inside the room, JC instinctively moved closer to the soft body that was pressed against him for warmth. In the hazy area of not quite awake but not exactly asleep, he buried his face into the lightly scented, softest strands of silk he had ever known. Vaguely aware of a soft sound of pleasure, he chalked it up to the vision of a snow angel in his dream that was fighting to stay with him and lure him back into the blissful darkness of slumber. This snow angel was allowing him to hold her in his arms. They never let anyone touch, let alone hold them and he didn't want to give her up. She had big, blue eyes that sparkled and her lips were a perfect pink rosebud.