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.”

This is what women do, though, isn’t it? Look for meaning in the tiniest details to mean more than they do.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

I hold there, frozen and waiting for the burn in my eyes to come. The sting of tears.