Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé
The crowd looked up, faces tilted toward the sky, as snow began to dust the asphalt, the cars, everything.
“Snow,” I whispered, watching the flakes dance in the glow of the streetlights.
“First of the season.” Jason was watching me instead of the sky. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before the roads get bad.”
“Where are we going?”
“To get drinks.” He started walking toward his regular car, not the racing one. “You deserve to celebrate properly.”
I followed, still buzzing with adrenaline, my heart still racing, snow catching in my hair and melting on my skin.