He bites the other side of his lip. “Just . . .” “You said you’d stop.” “No, I am. Just . . .” “Snow.” He fists his hand in my shirt and yanks me close to him, pressing his cheek into the side of my jaw. His voice is low. “Just know,” he says, “that I’d do anything for you. That I’d let you do anything to me. There’s nothing about you I don’t want.” And then he lets go of my shirt and runs away from me. I watch him disappear into the Wood.
