I couldn't stop shaking, and it had nothing to do with the cold.
The fire crackled between us like it knew something was about to break. I'd come downstairs because sleep was impossible, because my room felt like a cage, because every time I closed my eyes I saw Ethan walking away from that snowman, from Lily, from me. Now here he was, sitting in the dark with nothing but firelight cutting shadows across his face, and I couldn't make myself leave.
"Can't sleep either?" His voice was rough. Tired.
I shook my head, then realized he might not see it. "No."
"Come here." He patted the spot beside him on the couch. Not the other end. Right beside him.
My feet moved before my brain caught up. The couch dipped as I sat, close enough that our knees almost touched. Almost. The heat from the fir
