“You’ll get cold,” I whisper, my voice disturbing the tranquility of the night. Carter looks at me like I’m some sort of mirage. The way he’s looking at me makes my heart race. For years I’ve dreamt of him looking at me like that, just one last time. Every single time that he visited me in my dreams, he’d look at me like this, and I’d wake up in tears, knowing it’d never happen again. My heart clenches painfully as Carter raises his hand to my face. He cups my face gently, and I lean into him subconsciously.
