My hair was a rat’s nest. Red scruff marks etched my chest. Jonah liked my breasts. My eyes were twinkling and my grin was wider than I’d ever seen it.
I was happy. In this little cabin in the middle of a storm, I was more content than ever.
When the last flake fell, I wasn’t sure what would happen. Jonah wanted to keep us a secret for a littlewhile. My smile dimmed. No. I grabbed my toothbrush. I wasn’t going to let worries of the future ruin a perfectly nice sexfest.
Jonah
She’d done exactly what she’d said she would. She’d fucking timed me going down the stairs. I’d gripped the railing with an iron fist, but despite all the acrobatics from the night before, my hip and knee were moving fine. Since I hadn’t spent more than that first time standing, my foot wasn’t even complaining. Chalk it up to lingering adrenaline, I didn’t care. I hadn’t tumbled down the stairs and taken her out like she was a bowling pin, and that was good enough for me.
Once my feet had hit the bottom, she’d pushed me back until I was sitting on the third step up and dragged my sweats down. Best reverse cowgirl ever.
Orgasms before breakfast were nice, but I could get addicted to a flushed Summer across the table from me, shoving the last piece of bacon in her mouth. She’d shamelessly stolen it and taken her time chewing. I’d almost spread her out over the table.
Now, we were playing Connect 4 just like she’d told Wynter. A box of checkers was sitting on the edge of the table.
I slid my winning tile into place. “Connect four.”
Her pretty pink lips parted. “No way!” She peered closer at our game. “I didn’t even notice you had three lined up.”
I dumped the game pieces into the box. “I hated playing board games with Mom and Dad.”
“You did a lot of that?” she asked, taking out the checkers.
“I used to hate staying inside.”
“Do you now?”
Did I? I used to work through all the storms, as long as I could get through the drifts in my yard to the shop. I preferred being home rather than wandering through town. “No. Being stuck in the house for days was never fun. Having Mom and Dad pretend we were having fun when they were so worried about me or missing Eli sucked. But this... is nice.”
A faint smile played over her lips. “It is.” She pushed the black checker pieces toward me. “I’ll have you know, I grew up playing with my ruthless brothers. They didn’t believe in letting their sisters win.”
“I’ll have you know, I suck at Monopoly, so don’t get your hopes up that I’m going to put on a suit and dominate you.”
“Fuck that game.” She pointed a finger at me. “I knew you were listening.”
“Not intentionally.” I’d been incapacitated, wondering if she’d talk about what we’d done. How would I have felt if she had? I’d been panicking, but also... really fucking proud. Summer Kerrigan was in my bed. Summer Kerrigan, the girl I’d denied myself for so long because at every point in our lives, it’d been wrong.
“Why do you have all these games, then?” She set her red game pieces on the board.
I did the same, glad to have something for my hands to do. “They’re still here from when I built the place.”
“For when you’re snowed in?”
I lifted a shoulder. “Just to have.” I couldn’t tell her this cabin was supposed to have been a family home on the lower fringes of the mountains, not a lonely palace.
She made a noncommittal noise and moved a game piece.
Fifteen minutes later, I was taking out the last red tile on the board.
“Winner picks up.” She pushed back. “You’re such a liar. You’d probably throttle me in a game of Monopoly too.”
I leered. “I have a game you can win.”
Her scandalized gasp made me chuckle. “Just for that—I’m going to find the girliest chick flick possible. One that makes me cry—and you’re going to watch it with me.”
She grinned and went into the living room. I picked up the games and left them stacked on the table. I was looking forward to a movie, and I didn’t care if it was the scariest horror film or the sappiest love story. Hanging out with Summer was becoming one of my favorite activities.
I peered out the window. A drift had built up in front of the shop door. I would have to shovel my way in, but once I reached the skid steer, the rest of the snow removal would be easy enough. I wasn’t out shoveling to avoid Summer anymore.
