Page 50 of A Very Snowed In New Year
ShayAnything.83: Okay, well I guess we’ll just see each other at the cabin, then.
HoldUp.76: Well, hold on! Or hold up, I should say. This conversation isn’t over. We need to discuss a few things. Like what we’re going to do at that cabin.
ShayAnything.83: I’m sure you’ll figure something out.
HoldUp.76: I already know what I’d do if you were here with me now…
God, I wish I could say her name. But I guess Shay could sign on at any minute from her phone and ruin the moment. And I want this moment to happen.
ShayAnything.83: Well, you might as well give me a little preview of what she has to look forward to.
ShayAnything.83: I meant I!
HoldUp.76: I’d love to.
ShayAnything.83: Just don’t call me Shay, okay? I hate that name.
ShayAnything.83: I mean my name.
HoldUp.76: I’ll call you whatever you want me to call you, baby.
ShayAnything.83: Yeah, that.
HoldUp.76: Tell me what you’re doing right now, baby.
ShayAnything.83: I’m sitting here on the edge of my bed, thinking about you.
HoldUp.76: And I walk into your room and shut the door. It’s just you and me in here. And it’s so good to see you because I’ve been thinking about you all day.
ShayAnything.83: What are you wearing?
HoldUp.76: Jeans. I just took a shower, so my hair’s kind of wet.
ShayAnything.83: You look so good in jeans. And I love your hair. Not wearing a shirt, huh?
HoldUp.76: Nope. No shoes either. I don’t know if you know this, but I have really sexy feet. And I’m running my fingers through my impossibly excellent hair but really it’s just an excuse to flex my arms. You see them, right?
ShayAnything.83: They’re so muscular and veiny.
ShayAnything.83: Hey, I think you dropped your towel—can you turn around and pick it up? Slowly?
HoldUp.76: Yeah, lemme just turn away from you and bend over to pick that towel up off the floor and then glance over my shoulder at you. Might as well give you a side view while I fold up the towel and place it on the dresser.
ShayAnything.83: Wow, your arms AND your glutes were flexing while you folded the towel, and I couldn’t decide where to look!
ShayAnything.83: I wish I could have showered with you.
HoldUp.76: Believe me, you were with me in spirit. Tell me what you’re wearing.
ShayAnything.83: Little pink camisole. It’s old and the fabric isn’t as tight as it used to be, but it fits me just right. All my curves. And sleep shorts. White. Cotton. Cheeky ones. That’s it. I am also barefoot. IDK how sexy my feet are, but my toenails are cherry red. You aren’t a toe guy, are you?
HoldUp.76: I am now. So hot. I’m into a lot of things, though, so I’m gonna need you to stand up and turn around slowly so I can get a good look at those cheeky sleep shorts.
ShayAnything.83: Okay! Enjoy me while you can. I’ll probably get murdered before the second-act break.
HoldUp.76: Not with me here to protect you.
ShayAnything.83: I’ve got so many men protecting me. I want you to be the guy they’ve been trying to protect me from.
