Chapter 211

Harper

By the end of skiing, I was exhausted. My legs burned like fire, my fingers were numb despite the thick gloves, and every muscle in my back ached from constantly trying to keep my balance. The cold had seeped into my bones, and the wind had left my cheeks stinging and raw. I just wanted to be back inside the warmth of the hotel, somewhere I could thaw, collapse, and forget the slippery slop