We drove through the heavy snow in silence, the tension palpable between us. Truth was, I wanted to reach over, grab his face in my hands and kiss him. I glanced over at Dylan, took in his strong profile, the sweep of his dark hair, the curve of his lips.

‘It’s getting worse,’ he said.

I looked out of the window. He was right. The moon, which had just been shining bright in the sky, was blotted by heavy clouds, and snow was falling like confetti on the truck’s windscreen. Dylan worked the wipers frantically to push it away but visibility was appalling. Other cars overtook us in the dark on the ring road, used to weather conditions like this. Or maybe it was more that locals knew, with snow as heavy as this, the ring road would definitely close so they wanted to get off it quickly.

As I thought that, the truck suddenly jolted, wheels spinning as the steering wheel fought against Dylan’s hands.

‘Shit,’ I said as I grabbed the door handle. ‘I should have driven,’ I tried to joke. But Dylan’s face was heavy with concentration as he tried to regain control of the truck as it zig-zagged across the road. Eventually he managed to steer it to the side.

We both sat wide-eyed, trying to catch our breaths.

‘I think we need to sit this out if we can,’ Dylan said.

‘You’re right.’ I wound down my window and peered out as the snow bombarded my face. ‘There’s a side road down there. Let’s turn into it – carefully,’ I added. ‘Better that than spinning out again on the main road.’

He nodded. ‘Agreed.’ He restarted the truck, carefully drove towards the side road and came to a stop by a dark snowy field. The snow was coming down so fast and heavy now, I couldn’t see the moon any more.

‘I feel like we’re sitting under a big duvet,’ I said as Dylan kept the engine running. ‘When do you think it’ll stop?’

Dylan shrugged, leaning his head back against the headrest as he turned to look at me. ‘Who knows? But I kind of like the view.’

I felt my face flush.

‘I haven’t stopped thinking about you,’ he murmured. ‘Every day this whole year. You and how you just left.’

‘I told you, I put a note on my bed with my number on it!’

‘But you still left.’ He sighed. ‘Look, I know my family’s messed up but you know I’m my own person, right?’

‘It wasn’t your family, Dylan. Your family’s lovely. It’s just—’ I paused. ‘Seeing your sister like that just brought back memories. And running away is something I’m pretty damn good at when I freak out.’

‘Me too,’ he admitted.

‘Like coming here?’