So Wrong

I dragged Patrick through the snow, clutching his gloved hand with my own. We were going to be late.

“Are you sure we really have to be there?” he called from behind me.

“Patrick!” A snowflake caught on my eyelash and I rubbed it away, likely smearing my mascara and eyeliner everywhere. “You are such a fucking devil.”

“I’ll probably erupt into flames when we walk through the door.”

“Probably,” I agreed. My boot stuck in a crack on the sidewalk and I nearly fell, but Patrick caught me just in time. “Thanks. Now maybe God will give you a minute before setting you on fire.”

Patrick grinned and kissed me. I had to pull away after a minute.

“Stop trying to distract me! We have to go.”

We couldn’t be late for the wedding. Number one, I didn’t want to be late, and number two, I didn’t want to be a spectacle. People were already going to be watching for us. It had been a year, but we were still interesting specimens.

It appeared Chloe could love again. She met Greg shortly after our whole ter