Winter DeLaurie. Ice Queen. Cheerleader. Stuck-up brat. The girl I couldn’t stand. The one who wouldn’t leave my fucking head. For a year she’d haunted my mind, where she didn’t belong or fit. Where I didn’t want her. She wasn’t my type, not by a long shot, and yet, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about her while I was in Colorado. She was hard to forget.
