“Can you believe I’ve been sober for this long?” “Yes,” I say definitively. His light brown hair is dusted with snowflakes, some flutter and land on his eyelashes. His face is flushed more from earlier than the cold. He’s beautiful, seductive even. I could kiss him again. “We’re doing well, aren’t we?” he asks. “This…” He motions between the two of us. “It’s working.”
