Growth

The space heater made a small difference, but a noticeable one. Jackson turned it off at night. He didn’t want to start a fire and have to go down the death trap of a fire escape. But during the evening hours when the chill was really starting to set in, it was pure heaven to be able to wrap a blanket around himself and enjoy the warmth blowing on him.

Wren never seemed to feel the cold. He never complained about it. He never shivered. He never asked to get under the blankets. Jackson was jealous. Jackson was made for warm sunshine. He wanted the heat on his skin. Not the tingling numbness of being too cold.

The passing of a week brought a fifteen degree temperature drop. Frost glistened on their window in the morning light. Jackson could see his breath when he and Liam walked to class in the morning. Liam was just as bundled up as he was, so at least Jackson wasn’t the only one wimping out over the shift in weather.

Wren was curled up on the bed tak