Page 26 of Snow One Like You

Sure, there were a lot more obstacles, but nothing worth anything was ever easy. The choice certainly wasn’t if Cammie was worth taking the risk for, but whether I was brave enough to do it. I’d never considered myself a coward, but perhaps avoiding love the way I’d been doing for years was the act of weakness, not falling in love.

I thought about the way Cammie infused my body and soul with warmth. The way she made me laugh and feel invincible. How it felt to have her body pressed against mine. Or how I felt when she laughed, smiled, or just fucking breathed.

Well, fuck.

How had I missed it?

I’d fallen in love with her.

I waited for the realization to make me panic, but it never came. Instead, I felt like I could take on the world with her by my side.

Figuring out how to blend our lives was going to be fucking complicated, but the worst thing I could do was to give up without trying.

I smirked at the thought of her wearing my wedding ring. The idea of branding her in any way that I could so that the entire world knew she was taken definitely appealed to me. I’d pester her to take my last name, too.

If she wanted to marry me.

Double fuck.

Here I was, making all these plans for her, and I didn’t even know if this was something she wanted.

“Baby, sit up for a second. I want to talk to you.”

Cammie lifted her head and turned it to look up at me with a frown. “Is everything okay?”

“Almost perfect.”

She peered at me quizzically but scooted off me and sat up on the couch.

I groaned and raised my eyes to the ceiling. “You’ll have to cover up that sexy body if I’m going to think with something other than my cock.”

I heard muffled laughter and the couch cushion bouncing when she stood.

“Okay,” she snickered, and I blew out a relieved breath to see her wrapped up in a blanket.

“Far too easy access,” I grumbled. “But it will do.” Holding out my hand, I waited for her to take it. She didn’t hesitate, and I gently tugged her down onto my lap.

“This is going to sound…” I didn’t know how to describe it. “Especially for someone as practical as me… I’m not sure how to explain…The thing is…”

I stopped attempting to put my feelings into words when Cammie covered her mouth, obviously trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry,” she giggled. “It was just so cute…I haven’t known you for long, but I’ve never seen you struggle to articulate yourself, and I have a feeling it rarely happens.”

“True,” I conceded. “But this discussion is unfamiliar territory for me, and I’m not sure how to handle it.” I frowned. “I don’t like being unsure.”

“No one does.”

Thinking, I scratched my chin, which had several days’ worth of growth on it now. “Don’t you? Isn’t that what living in an unpredictable life is? Always unsure of what’s next?”

Cammie settled back against the couch and took one of my hands in hers, playing with my fingers as she mulled over her response. “Maybe our definitions of unpredictability in life are different, but I get the feeling that you are just looking at it through a different lens.”

“So tell me what I’m missing. Help me understand.”

“Life will always surprise you. No matter how hard you try to control every aspect, nothing is guaranteed.”

“Agreed.”

“But sometimes those surprises, those moments when you let fate play your hand for you, they can be the greatest moments of your life.”

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