After six months apart, when I saw Caspian again, we’d both changed quite a bit.
He was thinner, had dyed his hair blonde, but of course still looked as handsome as before.
I’d never been good at reading people since I was little, but my aesthetic sense was still on point.
Otherwise I wouldn’t have known from childhood to foolishly follow behind him.
After being stunned for just a moment, I smiled and walked over, graciously greeting him.
“Hey brother, you came too.”
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Caspian’s hand froze midair as he reached for my luggage, staring at me in disbelief.
Since we were small, both sets of parents had repeatedly told me to call him big brother.
I’d stubbornly refused and never called him that.
Now with a different mindset, it came out very naturally.
But Caspian seemed to have great difficulty accepting it.
Only after a long time did he shakily take my luggage.
Mom quietly explained in my ear.
“We came out to pick you up and just happened to run into Cas at the entrance. He insisted on coming along to help.”
I smiled and indicated to her that it was fine.
In the car, I couldn’t wait to share all the recent interesting stories from school with my parents, making them laugh constantly.
No one paid attention to Caspian, but from the corner of my eye I noticed his mouth had been secretly turned up in a smile the whole way.
That day he seemed to want to come sit at our house, but the three of us politely declined together.
Throughout the whole winter break, I was out early and back late every day working part–time to earn living expenses, and at night I was always out playing with high school classmates.
I heard Caspian came looking for me several times, but we kept missing each other.
I was somewhat puzzled–I didn’t think there was anything between us that needed discussing.
This year Grandma and my aunt both came back for New Year’s.
On New Year’s Eve, our house was especially lively.
After the dinner, the older generation watched holiday movies on the sofa while the younger generation played board games.
The Blake family of three suddenly came to visit our house with gift basket and wine.
“Our house was too quiet–you don’t mind us coming to make a fourth for cards, do you?” Mrs. Blake joked with a smile.
In previous years, our two families always spent the New Year’s Eve together.
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This year because of the situation between me and Caspian, my mom had declined Mrs. Blake’s invitation to have dinner together,
But when guests came to the door, we couldn’t very well kick them out.
Caspian naturally sat down next to me, watching me play cards.
My cousins didn’t know about the situation between him and me, and kept teasing us.
I laughed as I clarified things one by one.
Caspian’s expression didn’t look too good.
When we went outside to set off fireworks at midnight, he pulled me aside, seeming to want to say something.
But my phone suddenly rang.
My face reddened a bit as I broke free from Caspian’s hand and stepped aside to answer the call.
It was a local Miami classmate I’d met through a club, named Xavier.
He was also very good–looking.
Not the aloof heartthrob type, but the kind of funny guy who loved to laugh.
Talkative and witty, full of jokes–he often made me laugh until I couldn’t straighten up.
He said he was calling because he was bored and alone, wanting to countdown and ring in the new year together with us.
I didn’t think much of it. It was New Year’s after all, so I didn’t hang up and let him participate in our whole New Year’s ceremony.
Before finally hanging up, he chuckled.
“Actually I just wanted to be the first person to wish you Happy New Year after midnight.”
“Happy New Year, Teagan.”
I laughed happily and blessed him back.
After chatting for quite a while longer, when he finally agreed to hang up, I turned around to find Caspian standing behind me with an icy expression.
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Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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