Wanting, or not, I made a big mistake that seemed completely justified.
That evening, when my Milo and I accidentally crossed paths at a lively student party, there was only one thing that pulled us in: finding shelter from the coming storm. I was sure I wouldn’t see him again. And I certainly didn’t expect to see him again, walking into the auditorium on the first day of my teaching practicum. Now I was forced to meet those cold, sad eyes again—eyes that were supposed to remain only a fading memory. Our mutual attraction was inevitable, and when Milo’s world started to crumble, I couldn’t pull away, and despite the bans, I pressed closer.
In this cold winter, all we sought was warmth. But instead, we were engulfed in flames…