he relaxes against me and puts his arms over my shoulders, squeezing my head against his chest. He smells so good, like snow and cold air and him, his warmth enveloping me, and for a second, I find myself thinking I never want to step away. I could stay like this forever. His muscles are hard under me, flexing as he pulls me even closer against him. I swallow. “Merry Christmas,” he whispers over my hair. “Merry Christmas, Aaron,”
