It was a chilly afternoon, and you were curled up on your best friend's bed, feeling a slight chill in the air. You glanced over at him, seeing him engrossed in a video game on his phone.

"Hey, I'm cold," you whined, huddling under the covers. "Can you pass me your hoodie?"

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "I hate you," he muttered, taking off his hoodie and tossing it at you.

You grinned, catching the hoodie and pulling it over your head. It was warm and smelled like him, a comforting scent that made you feel safe and happy.

"You love me," you teased, snuggling deeper into the hoodie.

"You wish," he scoffed, laying back down on the bed and restarting his game.

You laughed, shaking your head. "I don't have to wish when it's a reality," you said, feeling a warm glow of contentment spread through you.

He just smiled, shaking his head in amusement. "I can never win with you, can I?" he asked, a hint of fondness in his voice.

"Nope," you agreed, grinning at him.

He set his phone aside, turning to face you. "You know, you're pretty lucky to have me as a friend," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"Because I put up with all your nonsense," he said, his lips quirking up in a smirk. "And I give you my hoodie when you're cold."

You giggled, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You're such a giver," you teased, feeling a rush of affection for your best friend.

He smiled, leaning into your touch. "Only for you," he murmured, his voice soft and warm.

You felt a sudden urge to be closer to him, to feel his warmth and comfort. You scooted over, patting the space beside you.

"What are you doing?" you asked softly as he laid his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"I gave you my hoodie, now I'm cold," he whined, snuggling closer to you.