Page 9 of Snowed in with my Best Friend

“I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that.”

“You didn’t. The Montgomerys did. And, well, I didn’t mind it. It’s a kiss. Right?” I asked, feeling awkward as hell.

“Yeah. A kiss. And I guess it was better than me kissing Lex or something,” he said dryly.

I rolled my eyes, and turned my attention to forward, and blinked.

“The flakes are getting heavier.”

“I know,” he said through gritted teeth.

That’s when I realized that both his hands were on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. “Do we need to pull over?” I asked, fear sliding up my spine.

“Can you check your phone for the weather and see if we can get any service for the weather app? Because this seems more like a squall than it should be. We weren’t supposed to get snow like this in any area of either state until tomorrow morning. I wouldn’t have driven us this way if I had known.”

I pulled up my app and cursed. “The entire section is white and blue. They’re saying that it developed far earlier than they were planning. Why didn’t we get any alerts?”

He shook his head. “I guess service worked for some, but not for everyone. Fuck. Okay, we’re going to keep going because I do not want to be stuck on the side of the road. We do have enough gas, but it’s not safe.”

I nodded, my hand on the center console handle, putting more trust in Cullen than any other person I knew.

“We’ve got this Posy, okay?”

“I know. I trust you.”

I watched his throat work as he swallowed hard, and then we both sat in silence, the radio off as we made our way through the now darkening roads. It was still the middle of the day, and yet it didn’t feel like it at all.

“There’s a set of cabins with vacancy less than a mile away. I think we need to stop.”

I tensed, nerves racking me for more than one reason. “Just to get through the storm. I don’t know if I really want to be on the roads much longer.”

“Exactly. Just hold on.”

Headlights flashed in the distance, and Cullen cursed, and I couldn’t help but hold on tight as everything shifted in an instant. The headlights seemed to brighten as the glared in our eyes before they turned slightly crooked.

Cullen turned the steering wheel, his shoulders tense, but then it was too late. The car in front of us swerved to the side and hit the embankment, as the car coming towards us, headlights spinning, but we were still too close. It didn’t clip us, but we spun, the ice beneath the wheels too much. I blinked as headlights shone, and then there was darkness, then headlights again as we did a circle and a half, before a roaring sound filled my ears, and we slammed into the icy side of the road.

And finally, the scream that I had been holding, escaped.