WINTER
I keep staring at Mike, my mind a battlefield between logic and memory. The tears on his cheeks catch the soft hotel lighting, making him look vulnerable in a way that tugs at something deep in my chest.
Something I thought I'd successfully buried.
Then he leans forward and kisses me.
His lips are warm and achingly familiar against mine. For a split second, muscle memory kicks in and I almost melt into him the way I did a thousand times before. My eyes flutter closed, and I can smell his cologne—the same one I used to buy him for birthdays and Christmas.
But instead of seeing Mike's face behind my eyelids, instead of remembering our shared past, something entirely different appears.
Nath's face. Those storm-gray eyes looking at me with something that might be lov
