Page 18 of When It Snows

My body tingles at the sound of Weston telling me to go to bed in a growly voice. I can think of at least a thousand other things I want him to tell me to do in that voice.

“Okay.” I stand. “Get off my bed.”

His brow wrinkles. “I know Hermit Jeremy had a bedroom in this cabin.”

“He does. The bed’s all yours.”

“I can sleep on the couch. You take the bed.”

“Your feet hang off the end of the couch.”

“I did fine when I was ill.”

I roll my eyes. “Because you were delirious, and I wasn’t strong enough to drag you to the bedroom.”

“Don’t be cute, Scarlett. I am not allowing you to sleep on the couch.”

I fist my hands at my hips. “Allowing me?”

He stands and grasps my hands. A spark ignites when he touches me. I gasp as tingles flow, from the area he’s touching, through me until my entire body is burning in anticipation.

“This is your place, Scarlett, and I’m the unwanted visitor. Sleep in the bed.”

“I never said you were unwanted.”

“Unexpected then.” He tugs me toward the bedroom. “Come on. I bet the bed is super comfy.”

I allow him to lead me down the hallway to the bedroom. The door is open to catch the heat from the fireplace.

Weston pauses at the entrance. “That is not a small bed.”

“I know, right? The first thing I thought when I arrived was how all of my brothers and sisters could fit on this bed withplenty of room.” Which gives me an idea. “Why don’t you sleep in here instead of on the couch?”

He smirks. “Scarlett Harris, are you asking me to sleep with you?”

I roll my eyes. “The key word being sleep.”

This is a bad idea. I’ll probably jump him in the middle of the night and embarrass myself. The teenager in me is giddy with joy. She’s ready to let all of her sexy fantasies about Weston become a reality.

Slow your roll, Scar the nerdy bookworm. No one’s having sex tonight.

Weston motions to the bed. “I’ll stick to my side of the bed if you stick to yours.”

I want to argue with him. The good girl in me knows I should march to the couch and sleep there. Far, far away from temptation.

But I’m tired. And I’m an adult. I can sleep in the same bed as a man and not give in to temptation. Besides, Weston doesn’t want to have sex with me. I’m merely an old classmate helping him out during a snowstorm. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“Okay,” I give in.

He pushes me toward the bathroom. “Go do whatever gazillion things a woman needs to do before going to sleep.”

“Gazillion things? Did you fail math? Brushing your teeth and emptying your bladder equals two things.”

His face softens. “You’re unexpected, Scarlett.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter as I make my way to the bathroom. “I didn’t have harboring a police officer player during a snowstorm on my Christmas bingo card either.”

I hurry to brush my teeth and pee. What if this is a mirage? What if Weston Milton isn’t in my bed waiting for me?

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