CJ had always loved fall, being honest. It was the time where your cheeks and the tip of your nose got pink, you wore his hoodies more often — as if you didn’t wear those a lot already — and he got to cuddle you like you were a teddy bear in his fluffy-ass sweaters. You can understand his partiality towards fall, right, cause of you, his girl.

What’s better? Is days like these, where you two would be taking a break from college and you’d be cuddled together against a tree in the park at a time where you knew no one would be there, reading books, doing coursework or just having giggly conversations. It was fun for both you and CJ, and it was adorable— plus, he got giddy when he cuddled you. A win-win.

His fingers were carding through your hair, occasionally picking out stray pieces of leaves that would often fly in the strands. God, he couldn’t take his eyes off you as you were animatedly chatting about your favourite book— there was something about the way your eyes lit up. How’d he score you as his girl?

Your hair was gorgeous, your eyes were gorgeous, the way you had a tinge of pink or red — he couldn’t tell — on the tips of your ears, nose and dusting your cheeks, your lips were reddened by cold and you were wrapped snug in his hoodie, all warm with a hot water bottle on you so you didn’t get cold. Bonus, you were wrapped up in his arms, and he couldn’t tell who enjoyed it more, you, or him. Oh, you’d stopped.

"Hey, hey," he chuckled, tilting his head— god, your big eyes when you thought he wasn’t listening, "why’d you stop?" A small kiss to your forehead seemed to pacify you— good, cause he could never get enough of your voice.

“M’listening.” Nothing looked more gorgeous to him than you in the fall, it was fact, pure fact, it ain’t his fault you were so pretty.