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along?” Jasmine asks.
    “I don’t want to talk about the trip. It was traumatic, and I really thought we were going to freeze to death before morning. I’m not feeling any better, so I need to go to bed and try to get warm.” I stand up from the couch.
    “We’re all going out soon to nose around town and get some groceries. We heard it might snow again,” Hannah says.
    “I’m sorry, but I’m not leaving this cabin today.”
    “Taylor, we completely understand. We’re starting to think you should’ve gone to the hospital. You’re obviously having trouble getting warm.”
    “I’m thinking now that we should’ve, but surely we’ll be fine later today.” I go upstairs and get under the covers.
    ***
    It’s a couple of hours later, and my body is still shivering. I’m tired, cold and confused about Dylan. I don’t want to care about him, but he’s all I can think about. Is it wrong for me to think he’ll never change his bachelor ways? I want to go home and be with my parents, sleep in my own bed and hide from the world.
    The cabin’s quiet, so I’m assuming everyone’s gone. That makes me feel lonelier, so I start to cry. Maybe a shower will make me feel better and be a distraction. The water warms me, so I stay in until I’m too tired to stand up, but the second I get out, I’m cold again.
    I put on a sweat suit and dry my hair some. I really think I’m having a nervous breakdown. Being stranded with Dylan has screwed up my head. I climb back in bed and weep.

 
    Dylan
    I get up and take a shower, hoping it will warm me up. Nothing’s working. I’m playing my guitar when I realize I haven’t even had a drink of water since we became stranded, so I leave my room to go to the kitchen. Passing Taylor’s bedroom, I hear her crying. What now? I stand at her door, debating whether I should reach out to her. I can’t take her crying, so I knock.
    “What?”
    “Taylor, it’s Dylan. Can I come in?”
    “Go away.”
    “I’m coming in to check on you.” I open the door and see that she’s in bed. She doesn’t roll over when I approach her. “Are you crying because of me?”
    “Why are you in here? I was mean to you again.”
    “Yeah, and I was pretty mean to you. I heard you crying when I walked by, so I was worried about you. What’s wrong?”
    “I’m freezing, and I’m lonely. I just want to go home.”
    She keeps sniffling.
    “Taylor, I’m still cold, too. I don’t know how long it’s going to take to get rid of this damn chill.”
    She doesn’t respond. I run my hand through my hair, and I know what I’m thinking is crazy, but no matter how frustrating she is, I have feelings for her and can’t stand to hear that she’s cold and lonely.
    I pull back the blankets. I’ll either be curled up next to her in a minute, or I’ll be leaving angry, but I take my chances.
    Taylor sits up. “What are you doing, Dylan? Did you not hear me say I’m fucking cold?”
    She’s such a ray of sunshine. I climb into her bed.
    “Watch your mouth and scoot over.”
    “No. You’re not telling me what to do, and you’re not getting in bed with me.”
    “Scoot it now before I pick you up and move you. I’m going to try to get us warm again.”
    She moves over and falls back while letting out a dramatic sigh. “I think you’ve lost your mind. I hardly know you, and you’re in bed with me.”
    “Really? You hardly know me after last night?” I ask in a humorous tone.
    “This isn’t fun—”
    The second my arm wraps around her, she shuts up. I instantly feel warmer as we spoon again, her body pushing its way back to me. I smile against her hair and breathe in the tropical scent of her shampoo, fantasizing about her wearing a bikini on a beach and smiling for a change. I can’t give up on her yet. I just can’t.

 
    Hannah
    All of us carry in bags of groceries. Thank goodness the plow truck came through this morning, or we would’ve never gotten out of this place. “I guess Dylan