ILIANA'S POV
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Stepping out onto the front porch, headlights blind me, but I smile nonetheless. The car shuts off, and all I see is a few black dots in my vision before the night comes into view, along with Drystan as he steps out of the car, grinning. "You shouldn't be waiting out here," he shakes his head, looking rather disappointed, yet happy to see me. "And why is that?" I cross my arms, hugging myself as the cold air nips at my skin. "That's why," his eyes dart down to my arms, "Because it's cold," he grabs the hem of his navy hoodie, pulling it up over his head, stopping right in front of me. "Arms up," he scrunches the material, and even though the door is right behind me, I lift my arms as he tugs the hoodie over my head.
My arms slip through the large sleeves, and the materia
