JADEN POV
As I held her to my chest, I wondered if this was a good idea. When she said it was cold, the next thought I had was to make her warm. It was automatic, the urge to help her. I hated how I tried to comfort her.
We sat there in utmost silence, our breaths in sync with one another.
“Thank you,” she finally said.
Silence again, then she held me tighter. It was …comforting. It felt strange. New.
“You shouldn't have taken off your shirt though,” she whispered, a little laugh evident in her tone.
I kept quiet. This whole side of her was strange to me. I don't quite know how to react to it.
“What's your favourite colour?” She asked out of the blues.
“Why are you asking?”
“You're supposed to be my boyfriend?” My heart tugged at that.
“Well, pretend boyfriend anyways, but still
