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I chuck the snowball. It hits her square in the back. She trips, falling into the snow, but quickly gets back up. She’s laughing so hard I’m not sure how she’s still running, but my girl doesn’t stop. She disappears over the top of the hill and behind some trees.

“Abigail,” I call, grabbing more snow. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

She doesn’t make a peep, and I begin looking behind each of the trees. When I don’t immediately find her, I kneel down and stockpile a few more snowballs, lifting the bottom of my coat to form a makeshift pocket. I stand up and turn to the trees when a blob of snow smacks the side of my face.

I blink away the snow in time to see Abigail fist-pump the air.

“It’s on,” I say, taking off after her. She turns and runs as I hit her with snowball after snowball. She dodges left, trying to lose me, but I’m too fast, and she’s never run in this much snow. When I’m close enough, I tackle her to the ground as gently as possible. She rolls to her back. I straddle her hips, pinning her against the fluffy snow, and lift my arms in the air.

“All hail the snow king.”

Abigail manages to grab a handful of snow and toss it in my face. She laughs when I snag her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” she says, laughing harder.

“That I’m the snow king, ruler of the mountains and all people.”

“Never.”

I shift her wrists into one hand and slip my free hand under the hem of her coat. I tickle her side and Abigail’s laugh gets louder as she tries to buck me off.

“Say it.”

“Okay! Fine, you win.”

“Not good enough. I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re the snow king, ruler of the mountains and all people! There, are you happy now?” she asks, trying to catch her breath.

It kills me to remove my hand from her soft skin, but I do. “Very.”

Her nose and cheeks are red from the cold. Her hat is askew and some black waves have slipped out. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful than she does right now, and this time I’m not letting the moment pass me by.

I lean forward and kiss her smiling lips. Her mouth molds to mine, a soft moan rumbling deep in my throat. Our bodies seem to melt against the snow as Abigail fists the front of my coat in her hands, pulling me forward until my body covers hers.

My hard cock is pressed against her belly. I know she can feel it between the layers separating us because she shifts her hips, grinding them upward, and if we don’t stop now, I’m going to blow my load like a horny teenager.

Abigail’s grip on me loosens. Her hands reach for the bottom of my coat, but I capture them in mine, break the kiss, and rest my forehead against hers.

“Drake…” she breathes.

I could gather her in my arms and take her home right now—she wouldn’t put up a fight. I can see it in her eyes. But I want to do this right, and I want to start by taking her sledding.

“Let me take you sledding, and then we’ll go back to my place and get you warm. How does that sound?”

She nods and sits up enough to capture my mouth in another soft kiss. “I think that sounds like a great plan.”

Chapter 9

Abby

“Mmm, that was so good.”

I tilt my cup, finishing what’s left of the hot cocoa Drake made me. As soon as we walked through his front door, he flipped a switch and his fireplace ignited, bathing the room in a soft orange glow. Warmth now seeps through me as I snuggle against the plush cushions of his couch.

“My fingers are finally starting to thaw out,” I tell him.

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