The wind pierces through my coat as I step outside, scarf pulled tight around my face. My fingers are numb. My thoughts? Worse.
Caden texted me five words this morning:
Meet me at Cozy Cup. Noon. Lines.
No name. No explanation. Just that. And I said yes.
What is wrong with me?
I don’t even have an excuse this time. I just…wanted to see him again. I’m pathetic.
The little bell above the café door jingles when I push inside. It’s warm. Smells like cinnamon and espresso. My pulse is already doing that stupid thing where it trips over itself. He’s here. Back booth. Arms sprawled across the table like he owns the place. He doesn’t look up right away. Just sips his coffee like he didn’t kiss the air out of my lungs three days ago.
“Hey,” I mumble, sliding in across from him.
He finally
