I step into thick snow and shut the door. Damn, it’s freezing out here. My costume is going to do fuck all to insulate me. I trudge a short distance away and glance around to make sure I’m alone. Not that there would be anyone else out here. Heck, I can’t even see the car through the snow. Luckily, I can seemy shoe prints. I open my zip and fly and take the quickest piss imaginable. I swear it’s so cold that my stream turns to ice before it hits the snow. I tuck myself back in before my dick gets frostbite and retrace my steps to the car. Once inside, I clap my hands together and blow on them.
“Now you’re wet.” Rowan unwraps the blanket and holds it out to me.
I shouldn’t take it, but damn, I’m cold, damp, and shivering. “Thank you.” I’ll return it as soon as I’ve warmed up a bit. “Why don’t you come into the back?” I motion to the other seat. “You could put the footrest up and try to get some sleep.”
“I’m fine.” He smiles cheerfully.
Even now, when we’re in pretty dire circumstances, he’s still happy. How the fuck does he manage it? Meanwhile, I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to get revenge on Nigel the next time I see him. Not that the freak snowstorm is his fault, but it should have been him stuck in the snow, not me.
Rowan clamps his hands under his armpits. “It’s not slowing at all, is it?”
“Nope.”
“I’ve never seen snow this bad before. It’ll be fun to make snow angels when it’s stopped coming down.”
“You’ll get soaked.”
“I have an overnight bag in the boot of the car.” He winks.
“Overnight bag?” I slap my forehead. “Of course! We can put on extra clothes. It will help us keep warm.”
Rowan purses his lips. “I’m in work mode. I only bought a pair of trousers and a shirt. And underwear, of course.”
“Better than nothing.”
“You’re right. I’ll go and get our bags.”
I give him a stern look and push authority into my voice as I say, “Stay there. I’ll get them.”
Braving the snow and the cold seems like a foolish idea the moment I step outside the car. I move around the vehicle as quickly as I can, but it’s got even thicker since I went for a piss. I retrieve our overnight bags and get into the car once more, my teeth chattering more than ever.
“Here.” I pass Rowan his bag and then search through my own for the jumper I’d packed. I put it on and change into dry socks.
Rowan puts on dry socks, takes his jacket off long enough to put on a second shirt, and then tugs on a second pair of trousers. “I won’t be winning any fashion awards tonight,” he says in a tone that’s far too chirpy for the circumstances we’re in. “You look good, though.” He grins. “I guess making snow angels is completely off the to-do list now. Although the hotel will have radiators, so we’ll be able to dry things there.”
“The hotel? We’re missing the ball.”
“Yeah, but we still have rooms booked there.”
“You think there’s any chance of getting there tonight?”
He stares out the windscreen. “Probably not, but that’s not going to stop me from dreaming about getting into a warm, comfortable bed. Do you think the mattresses are soft or firm?”
I don’t want to put Rowan and mattresses in the same thought, otherwise I’ll start imagining things I shouldn’t. Like staring into his eyes as I hold his hands above his head and?—
“Hopefully firm,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Firm is good. Personally, I like soft squishy mattresses that make you feel like you’re sleeping on a cloud.” He stretches and smiles adorably. “Add in fluffy pillows, and a thick quilt, and I’m in heaven.”
I can picture him lying in the middle of a soft mattress, a sweet smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling. I shouldn’t. But I can.
“If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?” he asks.
“At home.”
His eyes light up. “Tell me about it?”
“Erm… I live in an apartment block. Fourth floor. It’s nice and roomy. I’ve got a good view. It’s close to a train station.”
