Let It Snow

by Beth Moran

We both know it happened.’ ‘That being so, we made that pact because we wanted to forget it ever had.’ There was a longer pause before Henry answered. He wasn’t laughing any more. ‘One of us made it for those reasons. The other person did it because he’d have said anything to make her happy.’

‘On balance, it’s less weird than waking up to find you’ve died of hypothermia while in the same bed as me.’ ‘That would definitely be worse.’ ‘Note to self: contrary to previous statements, Bea considers touching me to be preferable to death.’

Night. Thanks again for not letting me die.’ ‘It’s the least I could do for my childhood betrothed.’ ‘Okay, so now you’ve made it weird again…’

I snuggled deeper into the duvet, closed my eyes again and, suddenly, my nerves began to prickle, alerting me to the fact that I was lying beside the warm, solid body of A Man.

‘The past can’t dictate whether we stay together in the future.’