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She shakes her head. “Can we take a walk through Central Park?Please?”
“I lost all feeling below my knees about thirty minutes ago.” I blow a breath just to prove my point. The smoky air disappears into the night.
“That’s because you spent more time on your hands and knees than actually skating.”
My lungs burn from laughing. The warmth spreading through my chest combats the chilly air.
She drags my hand in the wrong direction. “Come on. It’s only a quick walk. I googled it.”
“No.”
“Don’t be such a drag.” Her pout, while cute, does absolutely nothing to me.
“Consider myself unmoved by your display.”
“Please? There’s one last little thing I want to do.” Her bottom lip wobbles. Her lashes flutter, collecting snowflakes in their wake.
My resolve melts. I cup her windburned cheek. Her smile grows as I drag my thumb back and forth across her frozen skin.
Damn. My balls have officially become a prisoner of war.
“Fine. But only for fifteen minutes. Your nose is about to detach from your body.” I flick the red tip.
Zahra beams. For her smile, I’d do just about anything.
* * *
I was a fool for thinking fifteen minutes was enough time. There was no way in hell I was dragging Zahra out of the park without her kicking and screaming. The one little thing she wanted to do turned into two things, and then three. Then, before I know it, I’m making a snowman in the middle of Central Park after doing a ridiculous sleigh ride through the entire place.
“Did you find the buttons?” Zahra lets out a ragged breath. She drops three branches by my boots.
I place the three small pebbles I sifted through inches of snow to find.
“Yes! Perfect.” Zahra looks at the rocks like they’re diamonds.
Never in my life would I have considered building a snowman to be this much fun. Watching Zahra experience snow for the first time is like being around a little kid on Christmas morning. I’ve never felt such joy like this before. At least not since I was a little kid myself.
I want to steal more of Zahra’s firsts. Anything to recreatethatsmile she has while looking at a pile of rocks and a lopsided snowman. I want to own her smile just as much as I want to own every other part of her.
She laughs as she rolls the head of the snowman around and around, making the ball larger with each pass.
“Are you sure you’re twenty-three years old?” I tease.
“Oh, come on. The closest thing I had to a snowman was one made of sand. Let me live a little.”
“Remember this moment when you end up stuck in bed with a bowl of chicken soup in a couple of days.”
“Who cares. We’re living for today.”
“That’s great and all until I lose nine out of ten fingers from frostbite.”
“Aw, poor baby.” She grabs my gloved hand and kisses each finger.
“I know something a little lower that could use a warm kiss too.”
A laugh explodes out of her. I lean over and peck a soft kiss on the curve of her neck, too tempted by her exposed flesh.
Her eyes heat as she gathers herself. “Let’s go, Jack Frost. We’re almost done.” She runs a mittened hand across my zipper, bringing my dick to life.
