Credence

Last chance,” he says softly, rubbing his cock through his pants. “You should leave.”

Noah’s laughter dies down, and he rises, coming to stand next to me. “The snow won’t stop,” he tells me.
I meet his eyes as he pats my arm.
“Until April,” he finishes.

“You just needed what everyone needs,” she tells me. “A home.”
I tighten my fists, trying to keep my breathing steady.
“It’s not a place, Tiernan. It’s a feeling.”