“Just get in,” she said, pulling the blanket open with trembling fingers in a freezing cabin where the heater had died hours ago. I’d been in love with my best friend for seven years — and I’d never told her. Then her phone lit up on the coffee table, and I saw the message from her friend: “So, did you finally tell Lucas you’re in love with him, or are you still pretending this is a platonic mountain retreat?” She froze. The fire crackled between us. And in that moment, everything I’d been too afraid to say suddenly became the only thing that mattered.
“Just get in,” she said, pulling the blanket open with trembling fingers in a freezing cabin where the heater had died hours ago. I’d been in love with my best friend for seven years — and I’d never told her. Then her phone lit up on the coffee table, and I saw the message from…
