I can’t feel my fingers, my arms, my heart. “Okay.” I feel f*****g helpless, but all I can do is stand and shiver and pretend like it’s just from the cold.
I’m confused. I can tell that Mitchell wants to hold me, but he keeps pulling away, fighting the urge to touch me. What we need is a long talk so I can understand what he’s thinking and what he wants, and so he can understand what I want because I don’t think he knows. We need a week at a beach house with plenty of alone time, which is what Tyson and Luke are trying to give us.
Later that day, we’re in Luke’s truck, which is parked out back of the grocery store. It’s getting dark, but the lampposts light up the snow dancing from the sky. It’s the day after Christmas but it still looks and feels like Christmas. The buildings around us
