The moon shone down on the fresh snow, making it appear almost magical and romantic, and the wind had died down, leaving a quiet stillness in the air. The night was beautiful, and Chris was a wonderful companion. He’d been nothing but a kind, generous, gracious gentleman all night. Even now, I held on to his arm as he led me up the walkway toward my door. Tonight had been perfectly…well, perfect. Chris was great. Everything a girl could want. But I’d been so in love that I couldn’t breathe, or think. I knew happiness so bright it hurt. I’d screamed and cried and mourned the loss of that love, but that didn’t mean I was over it, or that I ever would be. When it came down to it, Chris would never be Thorn. And I was bored out of my mind. He stopped in front of my door and smiled down at me. “I had a lovely night.” “Me, too. It was a great play,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. I patted his chest and stepped back. “Thank you for seeing me to my door, too. You’re very kind.”
