"Friggin` groundhog."
She swore as her foot slid out of her shoe and landed ankle-deep in icy wetness. A gust of wind sent her hat sailing across the snowy yard and as she struggled to close the door, the contents of her purse spilled onto the floor.
"6 more weeks! I'll die!"
"It's warm over here." The light from the fire danced across the muscled expanse of his body as he reclined by the flames.
Without hesitation, she left a trail of clothes across the room.
After, thoroughly warmed by his flesh she murmured, "Let�s hibernate till spring." |
