My.

She just called him my snow prince. It startles him, though the only sign of it is the way his fingers fumble over the button, and he has to try it again, but not before he accidentally brushes a finger against her skin when it slips beneath the fabric.

"Forgoing a jacket," he says in an attempt to smooth it over, still unawares she can see him as he bites his cheek in both embarrassment and to hide his smile. "I did not even bring one."

He brought a hoodie, but that doesn't count.