EMILY
I WAKE to a view of a winter wonderland. White, sparkling snow blanketing the world outside. A bright blue sky, cloudless. Snow-capped mountains towering in the distance.
Last night was a dream.
First, it started out as a nightmare, with everything that happened with Patrick.
And then Garrett came in and kissed it better—literally.
He said a lot of things last night. Things that made my head spin and my heart squeeze.
I won't let you leave this bed for days.
You should have been mine. He didn't really mean it, though. You can't take anything a guy says seriously if they're saying it while their dick is hard.
Garrett's own son taught me that.
There were a lot of sweet words that came out of Patrick's mouth when we were having sex. A lot of promises—that we'd always be together, that he'd always love me, that I was the only girl for him.
None of it was true.
