A Weekend IRL Ch 07
She woke the next morning to find his arm draped over her and his body spooned against hers. She tried not to move for fear she’d wake him, but the coffee in the kitchen was calling her name. As quietly as she could, she slipped from under his arm and out of the bed, and padded softly across the floor to the bathroom. Her feet were cold against the tile floor, and a glance out the window above the tub told her why. During the night the ice had turned to snow, and the ground was covered in a...