~Storm~
After she closed the door, I stood there for a moment, breathing in the faint trace of her scent she'd left behind.
I walked to the window and watched the snow fall in thick, relentless sheets. The blizzard showed no signs of stopping. The weather forecast had predicted four days before it cleared, but looking at it now, the storm had intensified.
Which meant she wasn't leaving anytime soon.
Which meant I had more time.
The thought should have brought relief. Instead, it brought a sharp edge of urgency. More time also meant more chances for things to go wrong. For her to discover the truth before I was ready to tell her. For her to look at me with fear instead of the tentative trust I'd seen beginning to form. Unless I'd tell her before she found out herself.
The door opene
