SEVEN
Early December…
Every time I see Ayden, I learn something new.
Like the time we went to eat at a Harry Potter-themed pub, and he was smiling so hard when this giant drink with a bunch of candy sticking out of it was plonked right in front of him, and his smile got impossibly bigger when he noticed me smiling back at him.
Like the time he gave me the first swipe of his ice cream when he noticed I wasn’t so enthusiastic about my first time trying mint chocolate chip (I will never understand why people ruin chocolate by mixing other flavors with it, never ever).
Like the time he picked me up from my place and drove us out of the city, only to gather me close to him, my back to his front, on the hood of his car while we tried to figure out the constellations and talked about aliens
