I point at the array of snow boots on the shelves in the closet.
“Wow, you really are prepared.”
She goes to change, and when she comes out, it’s impossible not to smile. She’s covered from head to toe and looks so cute and sexy in the snowsuit. I’m just putting on my boots, and she picks out some in her size. A few minutes later, we’re braving the cold. The snow has slowed down, but not much. The only thing I couldn’t find in her size was waterproof gloves, so she’s wearing some of mine, and her hands are swimming in them.
“It’s beautiful out here,” she says.
“I love it when the trees are lined like that,” I say, pointing to a huge one in our backyard. “Should we build a snowman first?”
“You build a snowman, and I’ll do a snowwoman,” she says.
I grin. “I love this idea.”
We get started, rolling snow into a ball that will be big enough for the bottom. I get done, and she’s still rolling when I plop mine down in the middle of the yard. When I look back, her ball has collapsed into fluff, and she makes a pouty face.
I laugh. “Need help?”
“How did you get yours to stay together?”
“I packed it together before rolling…”
She looks at me in confusion. “I’ve never done this.”
I stare at her. “This is your first time?”
She laughs shyly. “Don’t look so shocked.”
“I didn’t know there were still virgin snowpeople builders out there.”
She packs a nice round ball, and I’m proud of how perfectly shaped it is…until she chucks it at me.
It hits me right in the chest, and I yelp, which makes her crack up. While I’m bending down to make my own snowball, she pelts me with another one. I reach out and put my hands on her waist, pulling her close to me.
“For someone who doesn’t know how to build a snowman, you sure know what you’re doing in a snowball fight,” I say, my forehead leaning against hers.
She laughs. “I was inspired.”
“Yeah?” I tickle her sides, and she jerks around, laughing harder.
She tries to get away from me, going for another snowball, and falls. I rush over to help her up, and she pulls me down, so I fall into the fluffy snow too. We’re both laughing so hard, we end up covered in white.
“We may as well make snow angels while we’re down here,” I say, flinging my arms out.
She looks over at me and does the same, her nose and cheeks red from the cold. She looks so beautiful.
When we’re done, I stand up carefully, holding my hand out for her to take. She takes it and we stand there, assessing our angels.
“Impressive,” she says.
She turns to face me and shivers. I put my arms around her and hug her to me. When she lifts her face up to look at me, I can’t resist—I kiss her.
CHAPTER SIX
IS THIS MY LIFE?
DAHLIA
Dylan and I are a tangle of hands and tongues and snow as we rush into the house. Once we’re inside, he leans me against the wall and kisses me until I’m breathless. I need more of him. All these layers are in the way, and I just want to touch his skin. He feels the same way because, before I know it, my coat is coming off. I don’t hesitate to take his off too, our lips quickly finding their way back to each other.
