(Aaliyah's POV)
The soft hum of the heater was the only thing I had to keep me company as I lounged on the couch in the living room, my legs tucked beneath me as I slowly sipped a glass of red wine.
It was the 30th day of December, but even though the holidays were almost over, the air and my surroundings failed to notice that. It was evening, and outside, Christmas lights twinkled. The entire ground was coated white from a snowstorm the night before, which, of course, reminded me of a certain someone and the passionately intense moment that had happened between us at the cabin, and then again at my dad’s.
I couldn’t believe that three days had already passed since we got back from Aspen.
You know, I still hadn’t heard from Jaime in the time that I had been home enjoying my days off
