There’s only Andri—the snowman who’s always catching me when I fall.
He reaches out, brushing the snow from the top of my hat with the gentleness only a yeti in a human world could learn. A lifetime of trying to fit into spaces too small for him, of holding himself back so he doesn’t break things.
His blue fingertips skim my hair, and my breath catches.
And it hits me—clear and bright as a falling star over fresh snow.
I’ve fallen in love with Andri.
The heater hums in the cabin of his truck as I wait for him to come out of the hardware store. The minotaur in the apron, who I’m assuming is the Rick of the store’s namesake, hefts several large bags of salt over both his shoulders, with Andri doing the same and following close behind.
The truck jumps as they toss the heavy bags into bed, then they shake hands that are nearly twice the size of a human’s. We’ve got most of the resort salted, but the private cabins' walkways are still a little slick.
I’m not looking forward to having to lug those bags onto the gondola—even though I’m sure Andri will only let me take one. He’s learning that it’s better to give me tasks than to tell me to relax. I’m a helper and he’ll just have to get over it.
When he sits next to me, I can tell he’s still glowing from my admission at the rink mere minutes ago. He doesn’t say anything, just grabs my hand and puts the truck in reverse, pulling out of the street parking spot.
He grips the steering wheel hard with his other hand as we slow at the red light. The soft glow of the dashboard lights his striking profile, breath warm, body radiation the otherworldly heat.
I bring his knuckles to my lips and kiss them.
“Pull over,” I whisper.
“Where?” He looks around before looking back at me.
“Somewhere quiet.”
He swallows hard. “Okay.”
He turns left to the road out of town and finds a plowed turnout beside the woods a few minutes out. His headlights cut through the drifting flakes. We’re so close to the hustleand small-town bustle of Main Street, but here the world feels wrapped in a soft blanket—hushed and suspended in time.
He turns off the engine but leaves the heat running low, for my benefit. The fan sighs softly.
I shift closer, sliding my hand along the thick muscle of his thigh. His breath sticks audibly in his throat.
“I want you, right now, right here—all of you,” I sigh.
His body tenses, not with fear, but something far more reverent. “Are you sure?”
I rest my forehead against his chest, letting myself nuzzle the warm thick fur.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I smile, flipping up the wide armrest between us on the truck bench seat.
He hoists my ass up, and slides his legs under me, onto the bench. His back rests against the driver-side door as I settle on his thighs. Andri pops the button on the waistband of his shorts open. His fingers find his zipper as he eyes me with hunger.
“We only have to do what you want to, I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you—”
I shut him up with my mouth, my hands are flying down, and pulling his zipper open.
The weight of his heavy cock springs out and rests near my thigh. It’s already impossibly hard and throbbing, and I’m reminded again of how big he actually is.
His fingers find my hips, and he breaks the kiss, his face worried.
“I want to, so badly,” he pants. “You’re so small though, and I’m—”
“I know,” I murmur as I kiss his neck. “And I still want you.”
The kiss grows deeper, his body heat spiraling between us, as he squeezes his hands over my hips again, as if testing his restraint.
