Page 15 of When It Snows

“It’s only hard at the start. Once you get used to it, it’s as easy as using a fork and knife.”

“If you say so.” I attempt to pick up a piece of chicken. I manage to grab it, but I can’t keep a hold on it. It plops back into the soup. The liquid splashes over the edge of the bowl and onto my t-shirt.

She giggles. “And everyone says I’m the klutz.”

“Do I need to remind you of your swan dive on the driveway?”

She snorts. “A swan dive is a forward dive. I did a backward dive.”

“A graceful backward dive,” I add.

She rolls her eyes. “I never said graceful.” She points to my soup with her chopsticks. “Try again. Practice makes perfect.”

“Darling, I’m perfect in my ways but I doubt chopsticks will be added to the list anytime soon.”

“Always the charmer. Even when you were delirious with fever, you were feeding me pickup lines.”

I’d deny it, but she’s probably right. “What did I say?”

Her cheeks flame. “Why don’t I strip and join you?”

My cock twitches at the idea of Scarlett joining me in bed. I like the way she blushes. I bet I could get her to blush from her cheeks to her breasts in bed. Preferably while I played with her nipples. I wonder if they’re the same shade of pink as her lips.

“Body heat is a great way to stay warm.”

“Except you had a fever and were warm enough without me.”

I shrug. “It was a nice try.”

“Do you ever give up?”

“Nope.”

“Stubborn.”

“Resolute.”

“Pigheaded.”

“Preserving.”

“Obstinate.”

“I give up. Your vocabulary is better than mine.”

She bows her head. “It’s good you know when you’re beaten.”

“Hey! I’m recovering from an illness.”

“Oh boo-hoo. It’s not as if you’re recovering from the plague. You had a fever.”

I narrow my eyes on her. “How do you know it’s not the plague?”

“Maybe because the year isn’t 1347 and we’re not in Europe.”

“I’m never going to win an argument with you, am I?”

She smiles. “You can try.”

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