Page 2 of Snowed In Sucker
“Hi,” I say, my entire body shaking. So far, I’ve given him two awful impressions of myself but hey, here’s to hoping he doesn’t hold a grudge. “I fucked up. Can I come in?”
Chapter Two
Jett
“I fucked up. CanI come in?”
Wordlessly, because honestly I have no idea what I’m supposed to say in a situation like this, I step to the side and allow the man inside. He’s soaking wet and shaking from the cold. What the hell is he doing out in this snowstorm? Why isn’t he dressed better? Why is hehereat my house?
“Fuck,” he murmurs, stepping inside. I close the door behind him, then I turn around and stare. I’m so fucking confused.
When he turns towards me, my heart stutters. Fuck, I know who this is! This is the guy who found me in the river! Thank the gods I heard him coming otherwise he would have been even more surprised to find an octopus swimming in the river. We’re so far away from an ocean, it wouldn’t have made sense to find a wild octopus out here.
The last thing I need is to draw attention to myself. I love living out here in the country because I can be all by myself. I don’tneed people poking into my business, trying to figure out why there’s a stray octopus swimming around.
This is my neighbor. I can’t remember his name but I know without a doubt this man has seen my entire ass, balls, and dick on full display. And now he’s in my home, shivering from the cold, looking at me with wide, desperate eyes behind his fogged up glasses.
Great.
“What’s going on? Why are you out in this storm?”
The guy wraps his arms tightly around himself, still shivering. Fuck, I’m being such an ass right now. I need to get him into warm, dry clothes first. Questions can come after.
“Never mind,” I say with a deep sigh. “Tell me later. Come on,” I say, leading him deeper into my home. I gesture for him to step into the bathroom while I walk to my bedroom, pulling out a clean pair of boxers, sweatpants, shirt, and hoodie. I’m bigger than him so none of this will fit him properly but it’s better than him staying in his wet, cold clothes.
I come back into the bathroom and the guy is standing right where I left him, looking unsure of what to do. Fuck, is he going into shock from the cold? His lips aren’t blue and the tremors have slowed down, though he hasn’t stopped chattering quite yet. I think he’ll be fine once he warms up a bit.
I place the clothes on the counter before rummaging through my cabinet, picking up a clean towel. I toss it into my towel warmer and turn it on. I might be a simple man who lives a very simple life but there are still little things I splurge on. Warm towels are one of those things.
“Don’t get into the shower. If you raise your temp too fast, it can make you sick. Get out of your wet clothes and toss them in the bath, I’ll take care of them. Dry off as best as you can and then get dressed. I’ll start a fire in the living room and have a blanket ready for you. Okay?”
“Okay,” he finally says after blinking up at me a few times. “I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Jett.”
“Jett,” he says slowly. He looks down at the clothes and nods his head. “Thank you, Jett.”
“You’re welcome.” I bite my bottom lip, wondering if he can handle getting changed himself. “Do you need help?”
“No, no! I’m fine. I can handle this. Promise.”
“Okay. I’ll stay nearby. Just call out if you need help, alright?”
He nods his head. I step outside and close the door behind me. How is this my life? One moment I’m sitting on the couch reading a book and the next thing I know I’m helping my neighbor. This is not at all how I assumed I’d be spending this snowstorm.
The forecast has shown this storm for almost a week now. How the hell did he completely miss it? Does this guy live under a rock?
I work at a hobby farm not too far away. An older couple pays me to come over everyday and help take care of their garden and their animals. It’s a wonderful job, one I love dearly. Those animals I consider mine just as much as they’re the Greys’. I made sure they had everything they needed to take care of the animals for at least a week because I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to come over again with all this snow. If things get really bad, I have a snowmobile I can use to travel over there. They can call me if I need to head over but I’m hopeful they’ll be able to handle everything.
Moving into the kitchen, I quickly start whipping up a warm drink. A latte for me, and a hot chocolate for my neighbor, whose name I still don’t know. Hopefully he likes chocolate because I don’t have any tea in my house. Tastes too much like grass to me.
I bring the cups into the living room, setting them on the coffee table that sits between my fireplace and my couch. Oncethose are finished, I turn to my fireplace, tossing in some twigs and newspaper so I can get a fire started.
By the time the fire is properly going, my neighbor walks into the room. He stands just inside the living room, placing one foot on the other, like he’s hiding his toes. The stance is, dare I admit, kind of adorable.
“Sorry,” I say, standing back up. “I should have given you some socks earlier. There’s a pair on the couch for you.” I point at the table. “There’s a hot chocolate there for you as well. Hopefully you like chocolate.”
“I do,” he says right away, stepping over to the couch. He sits down and slides the socks onto his feet. My clothes are too big for him, drowning him. I’m shocked by the way my body reacts to the sight. There’s something deeply pleasing about an attractive man being in my clothes, especially because he’s much smaller than me. I’m surprised by the possessiveness rising inside of my chest. It blindsides me and I have no idea what that means.
