I can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes me as soon as I sink into the soft cushions. They’re even comfier than I thought.
Isak chuckles. “I hear you. You rest here while I get out of these warm clothes. I’ll make you some coffee, too.”
“Um, I don’t really like coffee.”
“Tea? Hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate! Please?” At the last second, I stop myself from fluttering my eyelashes for extra pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top effect.
“Sure. Call your friends and let them know you’re all right.” With that, he disappears out of the room and I wake up my phone. Now that I’m back in civilization—sort of—with cell service, my phone lights up with several notifications. Texts from my parents and one of my brothers wishing me a Happy New Year. Same from a colleague and a bunch of other people.
