The snow had piled higher outside overnight, blanketing the streets in silence. Ethan lingered near Riley’s window, staring at the white world beyond. His chest still felt heavy from the kiss they had shared, his lips tingling with the memory.
He wanted to stay in this small, quiet space where no one else could reach them, but he knew the world outside would not forgive what had happened.
Behind him, Riley poured coffee into two chipped mugs. Her hands trembled slightly, though she tried to steady them. She glanced over her shoulder.
You’re restless.
I should go,” Ethan muttered, not turning around.
She frowned, setting the mugs on the counter. “You just got here. You’re hurt, Ethan. You can barely move your hand.
He flexed his bandaged knuckles, wincing. “I’ve played through worse
