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“As long as you know I’m not at yours.” I smirk, letting him past me into the room.
Laughing, he picks up my two suitcases and follows me out into the living room. “Just these?”
“Yup.” Putting on my coat, I wrap my scarf around my neck a few times, and shove my pompom hat on my head.
Grabbing my purse, I look around, and make sure I’m not forgetting anything before opening the front door. When the cold air hits my face, I turn away and shove my hands in my pockets.
“It’s still snowing,” I say, looking over my shoulder at Ryan. “How is that possible?”
He just shrugs. “Welcome to Maine, sweetheart.”
“I said to stop calling me that.” I frown, really needing him to stop. It makes it seem like there’s something more between us than what there is.
Shaking his head, he smiles. “Just go wait in the truck.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I huff, stepping out into the falling snow.
“You’re a stubborn woman.” He sighs, closing the door behind him and carrying my bags down to his truck.
“I am,” I say proudly. “You should remember that.”
Walking past his truck and down the driveway a little, I tilt my face up to the falling snow and smile. Spinning around with my arms outstretched, I relish in the feeling of the flakes melting against my face.
When arms snake around my waist, I blink my eyes open, the flakes that were stuck to them, fluttering away.
Smiling down at me, Ryan pulls me flush against him, and his lips capture mine in an unexpected kiss. Heat spreads down my spine, feeling it all the way to my toes.
Pulling away just as quickly as he kissed me, my heart beats fast in my chest as my breath puffs out white between us–clouding my vision for a few seconds.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, breathless.
“You looked too beautiful not to kiss you.”
“Oh,” I say dumbly.
“Walk with me for a minute,” he says, taking my hand in his.
Tucking my head down, I run my tongue across my lips–tasting him there.
“I’ve always loved when it snows,” I tell him, filling the quiet morning air–the only other sound being the crunching of our feet in the snow. “It’s so beautiful. I like to take walks during storms when everyone else is inside their houses. It’s just me and the gently falling snow.”
Squeezing my hand, he places our joined hands in his jacket pocket to stay warm. “Not everyone can appreciate it that way.”
“I know.” I laugh. “Everyone I know hates snow. They hate being confined inside and not being able to leave. But I love it. What better excuse to huddle under blankets, read, and drink wine do you have?”
“I was always the kid who was the first to throw his ski pants on and go play in the snow. There was sledding, building forts, and snowball fights. I always won those.” He laughs.
“Of course you did.” I smile, rolling my eyes. “You seem like the kind of person who hates losing.”
“Who likes losing?”
“Touché.” I laugh, letting my eyes wander around. The tall pine trees’ branches are weighed down by the snow. So much so, they’re practically touching the ground and look ready to snap.
Walking hand in hand with Ryan as the snow gently falls makes me feel like we’re in our own world.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he answers, looking down at me.
