"I'm cold."
"That means it's time to go inside," Ethan says, kissing me on the cheek. He caresses my arms, passing on his warmth. "Let's go."
We've been on the roof for I don't know how long, talking about so many things that I've already forgotten half of them. Ethan knows how to listen; he genuinely has no problem hearing any topic I want to bring up, and I love that about him.
I love that he listens to me without me asking, that he wants me to keep talking more and more, and there's nothing better than that.
I've been able to share my biggest dreams with him, and we've spent a lot of time discussing them. I mean, my dreams of studying at Harvard and becoming one of the top scientists at NASA.
I still love the way he looks at me every time he has me close, every time he smiles, and
