Chocolate Ice Cream

◖ sixteen ◗

Shit, I cursed, shivering in my seat. The cinema is so goddamn cold.

"This is your fault for not telling me we were going to watch a movie earlier." I muttered to him, rubbing my arms up and down to warm myself up.

I wasn't mad at him, to be honest.

He looked so guilty. "I'm so sorry!" He said, shrugging off his jacket and pulling it over my shoulders.

"Do you feel better?" He asked, turning to me, rubbing his hands and cupping my face, trying to warm me up.

I felt heat rush to my face at the contact.

"I think it's working!" He said, smiling, still rubbing his hands.

My breath caught in my throat at our close proximity.

His eyes have grey flecks in it, I thought.

I coughed and looked away, realizing he caught me staring at him.

He smirked.

Thankfully, the dimmed lights in the cinema turned off, signaling that the movie was about to start, saving me from answering any questions from Nathan, who was about to open his mouth.