CHAPTER 23 Boxing Day 2
Feeling the warmth of his jacket surround me, I pulled it in tighter to feel the full effect. As the jacket draped around me, I could smell the rich scent of Dawson’s aftershave as it wafted up my nostrils, and it was a surprisingly comforting smell. He seemed to be the only one who was of any comfort to me, and I was still amazed at how that was turning out.
The boy who used to play jokes on me and pull my hair, was my lifeline this Christmas, and whether or not I liked to admit it to myself, I really liked him. But, as I had thought before, he was with someone else, and he was my best friend’s brother – plus he hadn’t even told me that he had liked me, so it wasn’t happening.