I stood to look out Jamie's bedroom window. The blizzard looked like it had calmed down. I turned back to Jamie. "The storm has calmed down, I should go before it starts up again," I told him.
                          
"I won't let you leave, you have nowhere to go," he replied. I had the impression Jamie thought it was a question.  I sighed. "You've already done so much for me." 
                          
"I want to help you, I'll feel guilty if you don't stay" he said. 
                          
"You have already helped me so much, and I have nothing for you in return."
                          
"I don't need anything, please stay." 
                          
"Why do you care so much?" I asked, slightly irritated. This was exactly why I was hesitant to tell him. When Jamie didn't say anything, I turned and headed downstairs. "Wait," Jamie said, catching my arm. I turned to him abruptly. "I don't want you to get hurt. Please stay."
                          
"Look Jamie. I appreciate your concern, but I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself," I replied as calmly and politely as I could, trying to ignore the anger bubbling up inside me. But when I looked up at Jamie and saw the sad look in his eyes, I lost it.
                          
"Why? Give me one good reason to stay," I cried; tears were gathering in my eyes and I felt silly. He leaned in close to me, grabbed my arms gently, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were planted on mine. I hadn't seen that coming, I was started and confused, but for reasons even I don't understand, I didn't pull away. The feeling of his lips on mine felt good, it was like a spark of electricity occurred between his lips and mine when they touched. It felt warm and comforting.
                          
 I tried not to love the feeling, as I remembered I was still upset with him, but I couldn't help it. All my anger seemed to melt away. I gave in to the temptation and leaned in closer, closing my eyes. The kiss had lured me in, and boy was he a good kisser! He finally pulled away. "That," he whispered in my ear. "Is your reason to stay." 
                          
So I did, Just like that. The kiss had drugged me; that one perfect moment had made me stay with this boy who I became closer and closer to the more time I spent with him. My rational brain was screaming at me to stop being an idiot and to leave. But my heart pulled me to stay.
                          
 When night came, I asked Jamie where I could sleep. And I know what you're thinking, and no. I was not about to sleep with him, we may have kissed, and it may have been perfect, but I knew better than to get into the same bed as a guy who I hadn't known for entirely long.
                          
 I slept on the floor beside Jamie's bed, with blankets underneath me to protect me from the floorboards. "You'll get a stiff back in the morning, come up here. There is plenty of room," Jamie offered, shuffling over to the wall. "No, I'm alright here. I've slept in worse places," I reminded him. He looked like he was going to argue, but he just shrugged. "Ok, it's right here if you change your mind."
                          
 He turned off his lamp on the bedside table and lay down. I flipped onto my back and closed my eyes. I dreamt, at least I thought I was dreaming. I was standing in the snow that was falling on me and everywhere around me, but I wasn't cold. I didn't shudder, I didn't have goose bumps. Someone was moving towards me, but I couldn't see who through the fog and the fallen snow. My hair was blowing in my face, yet there was no wind. All was silent except for the footsteps of whoever this person was, slowly edging closer to me. When the fog cleared away, it revealed... Jamie.
                          
 I sat up, aware that Jamie was asleep in the bed right near me, so I made sure I kept quiet. I thought about the dream I'd just had and tried to make sense of it. I'd never had a dream like that before. It was the first time in a long while that I hadn't dreamt about the accident too. It was still dark so I figured I should try to go back to sleep. I tried to get back to sleep but Jamie had been right about the floorboards. Even though I had blankets, they were uncomfortable to lie on. They were cold and hard.