Despite the sun, a chill hits me from being out in the cold all day, which has me crossing my arms with a shiver. The snowsuit I borrowed from Logan is warm, but the air hitting my neck bites. A thermos appears in my vision, and I look over to see Taylor standing next to me, lines on his red cheeks from the ski goggles on his forehead, pushing his hair back. Nose pink. He looks so fucking cute that I automatically scowl. “Here.” He shakes the thermos. “It’ll warm ya.” I don’t know why I’m expecting something like rum or whiskey when I take a swig, especially when he told me yesterday that he’s
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