Likes shiny toys. Bored easily.

But the problem with feelings is sometimes you don't get to choose them. Sometimes the best you can do is fight them.

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Holland had a fleeting thought that it would be nice if certain relationships came with care instructions like clothing labels:

For emergency use only.

Avoid close contact.

Do not put in bed together.

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Cat was wrong when she'd said Holland wanted someone who scared her a little. Holland wanted someone who made her feel safe. Who made her feel like even if the world came crashing down around her, he wouldn't stop holding her.

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Falling never scared her as much as failing to find out the truth.

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You're not difficult," she says quietly. "You just haven't had anyone take care of you."

Then she hands me a pillow, shimmies down in the bed, and plops her computer between us like she didn't just find all my bruised spots with a single statement. Like she didn't just crack me open, reach her hand inside my chest, and squeeze.

The magic. Snow and sky and us smack-dab in the middle of it, cold slipping through the tops of my boots and prickling at my skin Jackson looking at me like maybe it feels like magic for him too.

Stupid.

I'm a silly girl with a silly little crush.

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DELILAH STEWART: Say it.

JACKSON CLARK: No.

DELILAH STEWART: Come on. Say it. The people need to know.

JACKSON CLARK: You say it, then.

DELILAH STEWART: We're a team, Jackson.

[sigh]

JACKSON CLARK: Jackson and Delilah, Weather Together.

DELILAH STEWART: Weather Together!

Heavy blue eyes. A gentle curve of his mouth that feels like something just for me.

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