“Miles,look at us.” I gesture to our blanket mummification. “We’re not fine. It’s so cold in here now that we can’t even have skin showing. We look… ridiculous.”
“You look adorable.” He lifts an unimpressed brow. “And I think we’ve been filling our time just fine.”
Heat curls through me because he’s not wrong. Granted, it’s been over a decade since I’ve been intimate with anyone, but the past twenty-four hours with Miles have been incredible.
I always knew sex with Miles would be amazing—he’s so giving, so attentive, so ridiculously loving on a daily basis that it just made sense he’d be an unbelievable lover. And he is. Part of me wonders why I waited so long, but the other part—the terrified part—still fears it’ll all come crashing down.
But I shove that fear to the furthest corner of my mind because, for once in my life, I’m being selfish.
I want Miles. He makes me happy. And I want to see where this can go.
“Oh my gosh,” I say, taking another blissful bite, “this pizza is so amazing.”
He smirks. “A true delicacy.”
“But seriously,” I continue, “should we go to a hotel? I know you wanted to show me the ways of a Michigander during a power outage, but I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten the full experience. Lesson learned. Badge earned. I’m ready to graduate.”
Miles laughs again. “Honestly, Miranda… I’m pretty sure all the hotels are booked.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Yeah.” He shrugs, unbothered. “They were probably booked the first night. I think this”—he gestures at our blanket kingdom—“is as good as it’s going to get unless we travel.”
“Okay, then let’stravel,” I say, like it’s the obvious answer.
“That’s the easy way out,” he replies. “We’re fine. We’re warm. We’re happy. We’re keeping ourselves entertained.” He shoots me a wink that heats every inch of me far more effectively than the blankets. “And we have delicious food. There’s nothing wrong here.”
“The fact that I can’t take a warm shower is wrong,” I protest.
“Just wait a little longer,” he says, hopeful. “It’s going to come back on any minute. The snow’s died down, the wind stopped—surely, they’ll have the facility fixed soon.”
I sigh dramatically and take another giant bite of pizza, chewing like it’s the only thing keeping me from losing my sanity.
Because honestly? Amazing sex aside, this is getting a little rough. I hate being cold.
“This pizza is so good,” I say again. “Why haven’t we gotten it before?”
“We have.”
“We have? Why don’t I remember it? It’s seriously the best pizza I’ve ever eaten, and I don’t remember eating it before.”
“That’s the power-outage-snowed-in effect,” Miles says, handing me another slice of heaven-sent pizza. “Everything’s just better. Warm food is better. Conversation’s better. It’s a whole experience.”
“Oh, I see,” I tease, chewing. “So you’re saying once we have lights again, I’m not going to appreciate the sex as much?”
He throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the arctic tundra of our living room. “Hell no. That stays the same. I perform the same with or without power.”
“Alright, good.”
He raises a brow. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” I quip. “You know you know what you’re doing in the bedroom, so don’t go fishing for compliments.”
“Well,” he says, all faux modesty, “IthinkI know what I’m doing, but it’s always nice to hear.”
“Okay, Miles. You’re a sex god. Is that what you want to hear?”
His grin is so smug it should be illegal. “Yeah, I could get used to that title. Sunshine and the Sex God.”
