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Ollie laughs and throws one at Artie, who ducks just in time.
The snowy battlefield becomes a flurry of movement and laughter as we dart between trees, seeking cover while crafting our next attacks.
“Artie, you’re no match for me!” Ed declares.
He launches a snowball with precision, aiming for Artie’s shoulder. Artie tries to duck, but the snowball grazes his arm, eliciting a mock expression of defeat.
I seize the opportunity, quickly packing another snowball in my hand. “Looks like you’re outnumbered, Ed,” I tease, joining forces with Artie. Together, we take aim, launching a coordinated attack on Ed. He dodges and weaves, displaying impressive agility, but ultimately succumbs to our barrage of snowballs.
“It was a trap,” he declares as he goes down to the ground. I lie down on the ground next to him, feeling the wet seep into my clothes. But I don’t care anymore.
This is the happiest I’ve ever been. Not that I’ve evernotbeen happy with the three of them. I can’t count the number of orgasms I’ve had in the past week.
I stare up at the sky, watching the gray clouds slowly part. They beckon the onset of good weather, but I can’t help myself as a sliver of sadness sneaks up on me.
“Watcha thinking?” Artie asks as he sits next to me.
I sigh. I don’t want to ruin the moment by telling them what I’m actually thinking about. Though they haven’t mentioned anything about me leaving yet, they’re obviously just trying to be polite. They can’t exactly come right out and ask me what I’m planning to do after the roads clear for good.
So, I settle on the thing closest to the truth. “Just thinking that you guys have probably ruined me for other guys.”
Artie chuckles. I can feel Ed’s gaze on me. Can he tell what I’m actually thinking?
To my surprise, Ollie picks me up off the ground and starts carrying me back to the house in his arms.
I squeal, holding on to his shoulders for support. “What’s this about?” I ask.
“I want to make sure thatprobablyis out of your sentence,” Ollie says. “There should be no doubt about it.”
Artie and Ed follow. We take our slightly soggy clothes off at the door and proceed toward the fireplace together. My giggles slowly turn to soft whimpers and sighs.
18
ARTIE
“Ifound some sausages,” Ollie declares.
“Are you sure they’re still good, Ollie?” I ask, my voice laced with skepticism. “I mean, we’ve been snowed in for days. It’s possible they’ve gone bad.” I’m sitting on my chair beside the window. The electricity was restored last night.
Though there’s still an ankle’s worth of snow outside, the weather is holding up. It looks like we’ve left the worst of it behind.
Ollie’s face scrunches up in thought as he considers my words. He’s always been a bit more relaxed about these things.
“I survived a snowstorm. The last thing I want is to die of food poisoning,” I say.
Ollie rolls his eyes. “Oh, stop being so overdramatic.”
Susan walks over to the window. “Wait, do you hear that?”
“Probably just the generator,” Ollie says, shaking his head.
“We have our power back,” I remind him before standing up from my seat and walking to where Susan stands.
I furrow my brow, trying to focus on any sound that might be out of place. And then, like a faint whisper carried by the wind, I hear it too—a distant buzzing that seems to grow slightly louder with each passing moment.
My curiosity is piqued, and I exchange glances with Ollie and Ed, their expressions mirroring my own intrigue.
As we peer out into the wintry landscape, our eyes scan the horizon for any sign of the source of the buzzing sound. The snow-covered trees stand tall and motionless, casting long shadows in the fading daylight.
