I fall forward, against his chest, and Drew’s arms come around me and he holds me close and tight as he lets loose a shuddering breath.

I look up at him and I try to find the words, but he says softly, “Wait.”

Then he pulls off his gloves and runs his hands up my neck, his fingers trailing along my jaw.

“You should have a scarf on,” he murmurs.

I smile. “At least I’m not wearing sandals.”

A spark of light flies across Drew’s eyes, like a bit of the meteor shower I once watched with Dad. It had been just us two—for once, without Mae. One of the best nights of my life is tucked away in this boy’s eyes.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment you came up to me at school,” he says. “I didn’t want to sell you pills, Hannah, I wanted to kiss you. But I thought the pills were the only way to get you, to get anyone, to see me.”

Maybe we see each other because we’re both invisible.

“Drew…” I reach up. Grasp his hand where it rests near my cheek. “You don’t have to—”

“But I do. I have to say this.” He grips my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, so goddamn sorry, for what I did to you. To everyone I sold to. But especially you. If anything had happened to you … I don’t think I could have … When Mae told me you were in the hospital, and I knew you were hurting so bad and I helped put you in there, it fucking tore me apart.” His eyes fill. Spill over. “I don’t deserve you. I know that. And your family’s probably right, that I should stay away, but I just … I feel like that wave brought you to me. It washed you up on my shore. I wish it hadn’t, for your sake. I wish your parents were still here, but they’re not and I am, and, Hannah, I think we can help each other do right by the miracle. You already do—you’re my miracle. Fuck, that’s so cheesy, but you are. And I’m not him, Hannah. I’m not Micah. I would have come that day.” His voice breaks. “I would have walked into the clinic and told you that you didn’t have to do it if you didn’t want to. And if you did, I would have gone in that room with you—I would never have let you do that alone, unless you wanted to. Because I see you, Hannah. I see you. Your kindness, your creativity, the way you give the whole world the middle finger, and—”

I kiss him.

Quick and soft, and then I pull away and murmur against his lips, so cold from waiting for me in the snow, “I love you, Drew Nolan.”