"I have to go." My mind was in turmoil, my heart sinking, and my body followed suit, cooling down. It must be the distance—Dylan and I should've lived just across the street from each other, silently closing our bedroom curtains until one of us left. But fate had other plans, and here I was, in Dylan's room.
This sudden change threw me off course, blurring the lines between the excitement and nerves that usually surged when I saw him.
"Going to see Declan again?" Dylan asked, his voice low and magnetic. There was something about the way he lay there, so relaxed, that sent shivers through me.
"No, I just need to find my gloves and shovel. They say it's going to snow tonight," I replied.
"It's cold," Dylan said, his voice muffled by the warmth of his room.
Was he talking about the weath
