Winter Bloom

Are you lost, Pea? That was the question my best friend asked me before inviting himself on my cross-country road trip. The one I hoped would help me find myself. We shared food, secrets, hotel rooms. Despite the near misses and almost kisses, it was the same as it always had been between us, just more. Instead of finding myself, we found each other. It was always the plan that he'd go home at the end of the trip. Except everything was different now. We crossed a line we swore we wouldn't. If it didn't work out, would things be broken between us forever?