Semua Bab FALLLING FOR MR FROST: Bab 1 - Bab 5

JACKSON POV“You better leave before it gets worse.” Mrs. Chen nudged at me, forcing me to drop the stacks of books I held in my hands.“What are you saying Mrs. Chen?” I looked back at her, hurt and confused, as she practically pushed me toward the door. “I promised to help out around the bookstore while you rest with your family. It’s Christmas eve after all.”“Don’t be silly,” she scolded, nodding toward the windows. Thick, heavy flakes were already pouring from the sky, coating the nearly empty streets.“And so what?” I turned back to her. “It snows every year, what's the big deal?”Before she could answer, static crackled in the background and both our attentions snapped toward the radio on the counter.“The latest weather update…” the announcer said, his voice sharp with urgency. “Conditions are deteriorating fast and it's looking pretty grim out here. A low-pressure system is moving in…and we're expecting a possible blizzard tonight. Heavy snowfall, strong winds, and reduced vi

JACKSON POVI was still kneeling beside the couch, frozen in place, my wrist still trapped in his firm grip. Those ice blue eyes still stared at me, cutting through all my thoughts.The silence that just stretched between us as we gazed at each other felt like an eternity but was probably just a few seconds.Then slowly, the man's grip loosened. His hand fell away, and he blinked, confusion replacing whatever intensity had been there before.“Where…?” He spoke in a grudge voice, accented in a way I couldn't place.“My apartment,” I managed, trying to hide the tremble in my voice. “You were hit by a car. You were bleeding, but—”My eyes moved to his temple, where the wound should have been but somehow wasn't anymore. “I brought you here because you were hurt.”His hand went to his head, his fingers moving through the spot I was staring at, his brows furrowing even deeper in confusion.“I don't…” He closed his eyes, concentrating. “I can’t remember.”“Remember what?” I asked, though par

JACKSON POV“Nothing.” He said, glancing away, disappointment evident in his voice. “There's just nothing.”This was a little too sad, even for me.“Do you think there's anyone we could call? Anyone who might be looking for you?”“I don't know.” The helplessness in this voice was almost painful to hear. “I don't know if I have a family, or friends, or a home. I don't know if anyone's looking for me.”He glanced at his hands, his face darkening. “I don't know anything.”We sat in silence for a long moment. Outside, the storm continued its rage, wind howling uncontrollably, threatening to split the window open if it wasn't locked so tight.My apartment suddenly felt isolated, very far from the rest of the world and we were the only ones left in it. I glanced over at his down-in-the-dumps expression, wishing there was more I could do.But there wasn't, at least in this weather.“You should get some rest,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “Head trauma and amnesia are no joke. Even i