Page 137 of Snowed In

“Geez, that was cold,” Christian says a moment later, walking out of the bathroom. I tell myself not to look, but I do anyway. He’s clad in a pair of flannel pajamas, buttoned all the way up to his neck, exposing none of him.

It annoys me all the more. Not that I expected him to sleep in the nude, but still. Bet he’s wearing a chastity belt, too.

My thoughts tumble around in my head, and I give myself a stern mental talking-to. I understand that a lot of this frustration has to do with me being so hot for him and him being completely uninterested.

I don’t stand a fucking chance, and it makes me angrier than I should be.

If I’m not careful, I’ll turn into an incel.

“Yep,” I reply and then fling my arm back over my eyes to make sure I don’t look at him anymore. It doesn’t help. I still see him in my mind, my imagination playing tricks on me.

“Um, I’m going to get in bed now,” he says and I shrug, not looking at him.

The bed dips, and I feel him shiver as he slides between the thin covers.

“Gosh, it’s really dang cold. I’m not good in temperatures like this.”

I peer out from under my arm at him and watch as he plumps his pillow before laying his head down on it, wiggling around as he does, trying to get comfortable.

“Do you usually move around this much in bed?”

The way I say it makes him freeze. For some reason that sounded a little sexual. Or maybe that’s just all in my head. I don’t fucking know anymore.

“Um, maybe. I’ve never slept with anyone before…I mean…well, yeah. I’ve never slept with anyone before. Like that or otherwise.”

I let out a snort and turn toward him, our eyes meeting. His cheeks are pink once more and my dick can’t help perking up once more at the sight. I have this reaction to himevery time.It’s so fucking unfortunate.

“Who would have fucking thought, hm? You, a virgin.”

He blinks at me, his thick eyelashes fluttering, and he picks at the sheets beneath him.

“It’s not like I planned it. Or like I’m saving myself for marriage or anything like that.”

I turn away from him so I’m no longer looking at his face. “Yeah, okay. You don’t need to explain it to me. I don’t care.”

Except I do. I fucking want to know. The fact that he’s a virgin gets me all hot and bothered. Actually, scrap that. He makes me hot and bothered all on his own. He could be a virgin or the sluttiest person ever and I’d still be into him.

But something about him being so fucking innocent makes me even hornier.

“I just…I’ve never found the right person.”

Don’t think I don’t notice how he says person and not woman. That only makes my cock harder. Makes it feel like it might have a chance.

“I really don’t fucking care,” I lie.

“Yeah, I know…just, you already don’t like me for some reason, and I don’t want you to think badly of me, I guess. I know you’re probably very experienced.”

“Saying I’m a slut, Christian?”

“Um, no?”

I let out a small laugh, but I don’t address it, so we just lay there, listening to the snowfall outside, trapping us in this damn room until we can escape. But for now, it’s just us. Stuck in here. Close together and sharing a bed.

I feel him shiver and he pulls the sheets up to his neck, his body trembling slightly.

“How are you that cold with those pajamas buttoned up to your neck?” I finally ask when the trembling becomes too much.

“I just run cold, I think,” he finally responds as he continues to shiver. “I’m not anemic or anything. Just…I guess it’s just how I am.”

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