The wind was cold.
Too cold.
He noticed before I said anything.
Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
I nearly stopped breathing.
"It's freezing," he said quietly.
"Don't argue."
"But then you—"
"I'm fine."
His jacket was warm.
Smelled faintly like coffee and soap.
Smelled like him.
I hugged it closer without meaning to.
He looked away, ears slightly red.
That tiny blush felt more intimate than a kiss.