I turn on the fireplace and grab some blankets. We make some hot chocolate and snuggle up by the fireplace. He gets a text message. "Who's that?" I ask. "Oh, no one," he says. "No one? Let me see," I say, reaching for his phone, but he pulls it away. "Haz! Let me see!" I say, taking it. It's Tiffany. He looks down. I read:
Tiffany: Hey, I ran into Tom today, and he gave me your number. Hope that's ok. -3:49pm today
Haz: That's fine
Tiffany: How was your weekend?
Haz: Pretty lit
Tiffany: What did you do and why didn't you invite me?!😤
Haz: lol I just went to the mall and ice skating
Tiffany: Yeah whatever
Tiffany: Jk glad you had fun
Tiffany: Wyd? -8:35
"Tiffany? Really?" I say. "Y/n, I don't see what the big deal is". "What if I started texting someone who was hitting on me?" She's not hitting on me". "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, frustrated. "Because I didn't want you to worry... You're right. I shouldn't have texted her. It was stupid. I'm sorry. It won't happen again". "It's okay, Haz. I just get jealous easily". "It's not okay. I'll block her right now," he says, while blocking her on his phone. "I don't want our relationship to be like that. I love you and only you," he says, staring into my eyes. "Don't look at me like that," I say looking away and trying not to smile. "What?" he says, smiling. "You know what you're doing. You've been driving me crazy with those eyes since we met". "Oh, you like them?" "No, I changed my mind," I say, sipping my hot cocoa. I started getting tired and I lay my head on his lap. He plays with my hair, and I doze off to sleep. I wake up in my bed in my dark room. Haz pulls the covers over me and starts to walk away. I grab his hand, "Stay, please". "Of course". "I came prepared," he says, unzipping his backpack. "Um, I'm kind of tired right now to be honest". "No, I mean with clothes," he says, laughing and pulling out his pajamas. "Oh! Ok, I get it". He changes into some sweatpants and a t-shirt and lays down facing me. He puts his arms around my waist, and I curl my leg on top of his.
