I laid down on the grassy hill, Noam's arm around me as I stared up at the winter's night sky. The stars were shining bright as I made little constellations joining them up. I just had my shirt on from earlier today, but as it slowly got cooler, it want the best idea. Goosebumps began to form on my arm as I desperately tried to hide them. "Love, you're a bit cold," Noam told me.
"No, I'm alright." I replied, a little cold shiver running down my spine.
"Don't lie, I can feel the cold on your body." Noam sat up, pushing me up with his arm too. I couldn't bare to take my eyes off of the sky as I heard a zip behind me.
"Noam, honestly I'm fine." I argued. I felt him rustle, as the soft material of his jacket covered my shoulders. "What about you, now you'll get cold." I asked him. He shook his head smiling at me.
"I'll be fine, you take mine, I'd rather be cold then see you cold." We slowly laid back down, going back to our old position.
"You're the sweetest," I told him, as he planted a kiss on the top of my head.
"Tell me about it," he joked, his thick Scottish accent making me swoon.
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