Chapter 303: Christian

And as they reached for each other - Nah, it's kissing again. You don't want to hear that.

~Grandfather in The Princess Bride

Throw up or let out a whoop of excitement.

Those were his options, and as far as he could tell, he was on a razor-thin blade between the two of them.

"Good luck!" Jennifer called down the hallway of the old Miller homestead as he headed for the front door, and he could've sworn he heard laughter in her voice. Somewhere in the depths of his soul – way deep down – he could vaguely appreciate how someone on the outside might consider what he was about to do to be cute. Adorable. Something to cheer about.

From his point of view, though...

He white-knuckled the steering wheel all the way back to town, and not just because of the icy roads. Hell. He'd lived in Sawyer, Idaho all his life. Icy roads didn't make him hold onto the steering wheel as if it was his only lifeline.

Breathe in. Breathe out.