Page 19 of When It Snows

Hold on. He’s not waiting for me. He’s merely stuck here because of the snow.

When I return to the bedroom, Weston is laying under the covers. There’s one candle lit on the side table.

He smiles at me and lifts the covers up. “Climb in, roomie. It’s nice and warm under here. I piled all the extra blankets on to keep us nice and warm.”

I wish I could say I hesitate. But I don’t. I practically jump into the bed.

I cuddle under the blankets and he blows out the candle.

“I’m sorry.”

I roll to face him. “You don’t need to keep apologizing for getting stuck here. You’re not inconveniencing me.”

“I’m referring to high school.”

My heart gets lodged in my throat. “High school?”

“I never should have laughed when the other kids called you Scar the nerdy bookworm or Goody Two Shoes.”

“Why did you?”

“I was a kid. I was stupid. I thought if I didn’t laugh, I wouldn’t fit in. But I never realized how hurt you were by the nicknames. You never seemed affected by them.”

Because everyone knows not to let a bully see your reaction. No matter how much it hurts.

“I tried hard to hide how hurt I was.”

“Damnit, Scarlett. I never want you hurt.” He pulls me into his arms. “I’m sorry. No one will ever call you names again.” He kisses my hair. “Now, go to sleep.”

Sleep? The last thing on my mind is sleep. I’m in Weston’s arms. I want to lay here and enjoy it. Especially since he apologized for his behavior in high school.

Maybe there’s more to Weston than his player persona.

Chapter 8

Up to snow good.

Weston

Iwake up surrounded in warmth with the smell of vanilla enveloping me. I inhale a deep breath. I love vanilla but where is the scent coming from?

The last thing I remember is pulling Scarlett into my arms. I meant to comfort her for a moment. I didn’t intend to sleep with her cuddled in my arms. I never sleep with a woman cuddled into me. I prefer my space.

But with Scarlett, it’s different. Everything about her is different. Why?

I’m not sure. But I want to find out. Explore everything there is to know about this woman.

She moans in her sleep and rubs her ass against me. My cock immediately takes notice. It hardens and lengthens at the feel of her curves against me.

My hand moves across her stomach to her breast before I realize she’s asleep. I can’t take advantage of her.

“Scarlett,” I whisper into her ear.

“Hmmm.”

“I need you to wake up.”

“Nope. I’m warm and comfortable. There’s no need to wake up.”

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