Dylan

The snow was piling up against the window, but I was perfectly warm tucked under Dylan's arm. He looked so cozy in his favorite black hoodie, those messy brown curls falling over his eyes as he scrolled through a playlist of Christmas lo-fi beats. ​"Hey," he whispered, glancing at me with a playful, lopsided grin. He tucked his lips into the collar of his sweatshirt, looking like a total dork. "Stop looking at me like that." ​"Like what?" I teased, leaning my head on his shoulder. ​"Like you're about to make me go outside and build a snowman." He laughed, his silver cross necklace swaying as he shook his head. "It’s way too cold. Let's just stay right here."