Jasmine’s POV
The lodge was loud that morning.
Boots thudded against wooden floors, zippers buzzed, laughter echoed down the hallways. Jackets were thrown over shoulders, gloves tugged on with teeth, someone arguing about goggles. The energy was high and restless, the kind that came with cold air and adrenaline.
Skiing.
Josh stood near the door tightening his gloves when he noticed me hovering at the edge of the room.
“We’re heading out,” he said easily. “You’re welcome to come along if you want.”
Several heads turned toward me at once.
The invitation was kind. I knew that. But my chest tightened immediately at the thought of slopes, speed, crowds, and falling in front of people who already felt like too much.
“I think I’ll pass,” I said softly. “I’m not really… outdoorsy like that
