C170 THE SNOW BECAME HOT.

Brandon's boots clicked against the wooden floor, the sound creaking through the silence as he turned to leave. The creak of his leather jacket and the soft jingle of his belt buckle accompanied his departure, but Ethan grabbed his arm. The grip wasn’t tight, but it was desperate. “Please, Brandon, listen to me. I planned on coming clean tonight. I don’t want any more secrets between us