Page 8 of When It Snows

“I thought you might be thirsty.”

“Thanks.” He reaches for the glass.

“You don’t need to chop all of this wood for me.”

“You need wood to stay warm with the power out.” He nods to the plastic box on the porch. “I also have candles and a flashlight for you in there.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“Shall I bring this wood inside and get a fire started for you?”

I don’t argue with him this time. “That would be nice. The temperature’s dropping in the house.”

He picks up a few pieces of wood. “I’ll follow you.”

I pick up the plastic box as I lead him inside. While I set candles around the room, he works on the fire.

I didn’t expect Weston to go above and beyond for me but he did. Maybe he is the nice guy I always dreamed he was after all.

Chapter 4

Does shivering count as exercise?

Weston

“There.” I step back from the roaring fireplace. “As long as you keep the fire going, you should stay warm enough.”

“Thank you.” Scarlett clears her throat. “I … um …. made some soup.” She motions to the kitchen nook where she’s set out bowls of soup.

I join her at the table. “You’re lucky the stove is gas.”

“You don’t think the candles are romantic?” She motions to the candles she lit and set all over the cabin.

“Snow, fire, candles. You’ve got all the romance boxes checked.”

Her cheeks darken. “I didn’t think. I mean I’m not… This isn’t…”

I chuckle. “I was teasing you.”

“Oh.” Her mouth forms a perfect O and I can’t help but think of how she’d look with her pink, pouty lips surrounding my cock.

I shift in my seat as my pants tighten. No getting a hard-on around Scar the nerdy bookworm.

Except there’s obviously more to Scarlett than being a bookworm. She didn’t hesitate to rush out to help me with my car. She even fell on her ass trying to help.

“You didn’t hurt yourself when you fell, did you?”

Her cheeks darken further as she pushes her glasses up her nose. “Um. No. I’d be in trouble if I hurt myself every time I fell.”

I grin. “I remember you had two left feet in high school.”

She scowls. “Name calling is hurtful.”

“Shit. Sorry.” I keep sticking my foot in my mouth with her. I’m usually much smoother with women. Scarlett throws me off my game.

Game? This isn’t some game. I’m not hitting on a woman who’s stuck in a cabin without electricity during a snowstorm. I’m not an asshole. Usually.

“Eat your soup.” She picks up her spoon and begins eating.

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