I was just putting Liam to bed when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs to get it to see Joel standing at my door. The guy just wasn’t giving up, “Joel-” I began.

“Just hear me out Hazel. After I thought about it I realized that I probably went way too fast for someone who had gotten raped in their past. And whatever you are talking about about you being “not right” for me. Well I don’t know why but I have a feeling you’re wrong.”

I let the silence help me soak in Joel’s words as well as the scene outside. It was beginning to snow for the first time this year and the big white flakes were sticking in Joel’s black hair. My eyes landed on his, flakes even sticking to his eyelashes, but the blue and gold was still visible. I walked up to Joel and whispered, “You’re wrong.”
“What?”
“You didn’t go too fast.” Then I grabbed him and pulled his lips to mine, cold from being outside.

While we were kissing my AZT alarm went off, “What was that?” Joel asked.

“Absolutly nothing.” I whispered to him.