Grayson grips the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Oh, God.” I clasp my hand over my mouth.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, God,” I say again, realizing that I was dreaming of . . . him and not the crash. I sit up, my heart pounding. “Do you know what this means?”

He rubs his forehead and then pinches the bridge of his nose. “That I’m going to be taking a very long, very cold shower after hearing all that?”

“No! It means I was dreaming of you. Of us. Not the crash. It means that, for the first time in two months, I didn’t have the same horrific nightmare.”

Happiness feels as though it’s exploding from my body. This is what I imagine a miracle would feel like.

“You were dreaming when I got in.”

I move close to him, feeling alive and happy. “Yeah, but I wasn’t dying. I wasn’t literally shaking and hurtling toward the ground at a speed that meant I would never see you . . .”

His eyes, so close and open, stare into mine, and my heart begins to race. “Is that what you fear?”

I can feel the heat flame my cheeks, and I nod. Dr. Warvel wanted me to be honest, well, here it goes. “Yes. Even now, you’re here, and I feel like I’m still falling from the sky when we’re close.”

“You’re not the only one.”

His confession stuns me. “We’re only going to hurt each other,” I tell him.

“We’re doing that now anyway.”

He’s right. This push and pull isn’t good for either of us. We’re lying to ourselves if we think we can keep going in this circle. It’s madness, and we’re failing.

I scoot closer. “Grayson . . . this house.”

The sun is rising, bathing the room in beautiful rays of light. On our mountain, nothing can hurt us—at least, that’s what I always believed.

He closes his eyes and turns away. “I couldn’t let it go, Jess.”

“Why?”

He laughs once, turning back to me. “Why do you think?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

Grayson’s hand runs through the thick brown locks as he lets out a low groan. “You hadn’t been back here in how long? I thought that seeing you wouldn’t matter. If I could spend every fucking day looking out my windows and be okay, then it was fine, right?”

I’m not sure what he’s saying, but I don’t interrupt.