Hillary
“What’s in that? And why is it wrapped like that?” Ben laughs at my desperate but funny way of concealing everything I bought for him.
“None of your business,” I roll my eyes at him, clicking my seat belt back in place.
“That jacket is too thin,” Ben says while shrugging off his. He takes his thick jacket and gives it to me.
A wide smile spreads across my face. “Thank you,” I wear his jacket over mine, and I genuinely feel a lot warmer.
“You are really not going to tell me what is in there? Smells like cookies,” Ben says, reaching into the back seat.
“No, it’s a surprise for someone,” I yell, dragging him back.
“I was just going to get you this,” he chuckles, throwing a blanket in my lap.
“Ohh, thank you,” I smile awkwardly and turn away from him. Why is he suddenly being s
