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With the dust cleared I watched him pile sticks, and stuff them with kindling and paper. "So you get stuck on mountaintops often?" I wondered.
He paused to look over his shoulder. His eyes swept over me and there was a sly smile on his face. "Not often, and never in such fine company," he returned.
I blushed under his scrutinizing gaze and my hands fidgeted in my lap until I told them to knock it off. "I-I suppose a skinny girl would have gotten blown away in that blizzard."
He chuckled and returned to his reenactment of a cave-man movie. "Probably. It's going to be a bad storm before it's over."
I felt the color drain from my face. "You mean it's not going to finish any time soon?"
Small popping and crackling noises came to my ears, and there was a faint glow in front of him. He blew on the glow, and flames erupted. He leaned back and the flickering light shined on his smile. "That should do it. We can change out of our wet clothes and hang them here to dry," he suggested.
I felt the color drain from my face. "But there's no other room to change in," I pointed out.
"I would suggest outside, but it's a little cold," he teased.
I whipped my head left and right. Nowhere to run or hide. I returned my attention to my decidedly male companion. "You have to promise to look away."
Frost stood and crossed his finger over his heart. "And hope to die," he swore.
"All right, turn around." He turned so he faced the mantle. I grabbed my bag and ruffled through it for my extra pair of pants. In a thrice I whipped them out, unbuttoned the wet ones I wore, and slipped them off me. My eyes watched my companion, but he only rocked on his heels and whistled. "You're not helping," I scolded him.
"Hmm?" he returned.
"By whistling," I explained.
"Oh, sorry."
I hopped into one pant leg and then another. A quick button and zip, and I was done. "All right, you can turn around now."
He turned and walked around the couch to his bag beside mine. "Now it's my turn."
"No looking, right?" I teased.
Frost paused and tilted his head up to grin at me. "Only if you don't want to."
I blushed and spun around so I faced away from him and at the lone bed. "I-I'm fine," I replied.
"Suit yourself," he quipped.
I heard rustling behind me. My imagination conjured up images of sexy, flexing muscles slipping out of his tight jeans and shirt. I felt heat pool between my legs as my mind's eye ran up and down his lithe, naked body. His body rippled with sweat and he would wrap his arms around me-
"Whoa there, Crystal. . ." I whispered to myself.
"You say something?" Frost asked me.
"Just-um, just talking to myself," I replied.
"Oh? Mind if I join the conversation?" he teased.
"Yeah, it's-well, it's ladies only," I told him.
"I see."
He resumed his clothing, and I resumed my curiosity. After a few seconds I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know. I slowly leaned to one side and changed a glance over my right shoulder. He faced the back of the couch and stood in only his tight briefs. That left little to my imagination, and my eyes gobbled up all the sexy muscles I saw. There was the perfect ass, nice and tight, and the strong hips, perfect for thrusting.
I whipped my head away. There were those thoughts again, the ones that didn't have a chance in hell of happening.
"All right, I'm finished," Frost told me. I turned to him and slapped a strained smile on my face. He nodded to the food he'd placed on the kitchen table. "Now what about dinner?" he asked me.
