BRIAR’S POV
I’m speechless once his eyes are on me.
I don’t even know why I called him—what pushed me to make that step toward him when I’m supposed to be letting go. His eyes watch me with surprise, slowly turning to suspicion as the seconds tick by.
Dammit, Briar… say something. You were the one who called him back, weren’t you?
But I can’t.
My lips move to speak, yet my voice is stolen from me.
He sighs. “You should go back in. It’s cold out here.”
He’s turning away again.
He’s leaving.
The same anxiety hits me, pulling more emotions I try to swallow down.
“It’s not fair!” I scream, my strongest feelings bottled up now spilling out, louder than I intended.
It shocks him, making him stop again, staring back at me with wide, perplexed eyes.
I have his attention, so I let i
