She steps closer, and I feel the full impact of her height, her warmth, her everything.
“Sutton. What is wrong?”
“Nothing.”
I turn and head for the bedroom before she breaks me completely.
I glance back once.
She is still watching me walk away, like she is deciding something she should not be deciding.
One day, Sutton.
You can hold out for one more day.
8
A CHRISTMAS ACTIVITY
CHRISTMAS EVE
Did I just get used again?
I watch Sutton leave the kitchen without giving me a second thought. I gave her what I am pretty sure was the best orgasm of her life, and she just… left.
Well fuck me then.
And now I am sleeping in the damn living room because the house sitter has the only room with electricity.
I thought maybe we could finish what we started, but I guess she needed space.
Did I read this wrong?
Maybe she is in a relationship or something. If she is, she just helped me forget everything I was trying to feel disconnected from.
She is a stranger. It should not bother me this much that she walked away.
I shift on the loveseat, trying to get comfortable. I could sleep in my room, but no electricity means no heat, and I cannot standbeing cold. I can sleep with a fan on for white noise, but cold is where I draw the line. No amount of blankets can fix that.
Maybe I should get a hotel for the night. Sutton basically gave me a ‘fuck you’. I do not know what I did.
Standing up, I walk to the living room window and squint. Still nothing. No porch lights. No street lamps. No moon. It looks like God took a paintbrush and covered the whole outside in black.
“What is going on?” I whisper.
I check the external cameras. Dead.
Of course.
Peeking through the peephole gives me the same emptiness.
What the fuck.
I open the door a crack and immediately get slapped with freezing air. I reach forward and touch something solid.
“Snow?” I whisper.
Turning on my flashlight, I am met with a door-shaped block of snow.
