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Because the person isstillin the road.
Standing there in a hoodie, a pair of jeans, and sneakers wholly unsuited for the weather.
Standing there like it’s the front of a fucking Target and they’re giving themselves a pep talk to spend less than two hundred bucks inside all while—they hang their head—knowing that it’s a pointless endeavor.
That money’s going to get spent regardless.
Theyaren’tstanding there like it’s the middle of the road in a snowstorm, where visibility is limited and it’s highly likely they could get hurt—
Or say, run over by a large SUV.
Or say, acknowledge the fact that they nearlyhadjust been run over by said SUV.
The wind is whipping so loudly that I can’t hear anything else—perhaps why they don’t acknowledge the almost-getting-run-over—as I stare at the person—at the woman—whose jeans are wet and filthy at least six inches deep from the dirty, muddy snow that’s quickly being covered by the fresh flakes falling from the sky. I take a step toward her and feel something inside me still as I see them—seeher—throw back her hood, sending a swathe of deep brown hair cascading down her back and shoulders.
The sight is…sinful, beautiful,terrible.
But I can’t focus on the fingers that have just reached into my chest and clenched around my heart.
Because she is launching herself forward and…
Colliding with the side of a car stuck in the snowbank.
A car that’s barely visible.
Because it’s white and almost completely buried.
The car—no surprise—doesn’t move, so she backs up, repeats the action.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, the soundof her second collision audible even over the wind so fiercely blowing in my ears, cutting through my jacket, my jeans, blowing my hair into my eyes. I move closer and hear her.
“Come”—a grunt as she stops shoving at the car and switches to yanking on the handle—“on!”
I move forward. “What the fuck are you—”
There’s ascreechand I have to jump back to avoid getting plastered by the car door that’s suddenly swinging toward my face.
I jerk up my hand just in time to slap my palm against the metal panel.
It stings like a motherfucker, pain radiating down my arm.
I ignore it because I’m used to pain.
I ignore it because the woman turns around and—
Those fingers clenched around my heart squeeze tighter.
And…
I lose it.
Three
Nova
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I’m sweaty.
