“Shit—you ran out all the way here just for me?” You shiver as you nod, and he couldn’t suppress a smile as he walks over to you, snow crunching beneath his shoes.

Just a while ago, you were in the cabin with your other friends when you noticed one was missing. You ask the others but they all had the same answers—shrugs, ‘don’t know,’ some didn’t even know he was around. You sigh to yourself as you sat in your room, trying to contact his phone—but he left it in the table of the room you shared together.

With your worry washing over you, you decided to take matters into your own hands and went out in the snow—the hood of your hoodie almost swallowing you, scarf high enough to reach your under eyes. You didn’t even stop to grab gloves—you couldn’t. The concern was gnawing at you.

And here he was, chuckling as he held your face in the snow, making you look up at him—rambling about how you looked like a bunny. “God—your lashes are frosting over..” He murmurs. “You know I run hot, right? I rarely get cold. Jeez—but you definitely don’t.. Let’s head back inside.”