Hazel

This trip was supposed to be about him. Chris, my dead fiancé.

I had it all planned.

The cabin. The friends, back together after a year of mourning. The annual ornament exchange.

But what I didn't expect is Quinn. From the moment that little 'going' icon popped up beside her name, she was all I could think about. Her. That stupidly small dorm room. The way she'd made me feel.

I told myself I could ignore the messy feelings between us, but that all went out the door when we were snowed in together, alone.

It would take more than spiked hot cocoa to keep me from losing myself in the memories of her.

Quinn

All I wanted to do was give Hazel the space she needed to grieve.

She was my best friend, and so was her now dead fiancé.

It was the least I could do for the both of them.

But going up to that cabin was a mistake.

I could handle being next to Hazel when all our friends were around.

But when we were forced alone by a freak snow storm?

The memories of our past would resurface as the real world melted away, leaving me unable to separate my desire for her and the reality of our situation.

At least alone in the cabin, I could pretend she was mine once more.

Would I be willing to do whatever it took to keep her forever, or would I be ringing in the New Year alone?