Snowed In

“Ah,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow at her answer. “Are you in a sorority or—”

“No, no,” she said, probably a little too quickly. “Not at all.”

I stood there for a moment

just taking her in. Wondering how she could seem so radically different from most of the girls I usually went after, yet still be so intriguingly attractive. There was a certain innocence about her, I decided. One that radiated off her in awkward waves, but only made her sexier, and more enticing.

“How’d you make it through the night?” I asked.

“Shane dug a snow shelter,” Morgan said simply. She looked nervous though. Like there was more to it.

“That works?”

“Hell yeah it works,” Shane said smugly. He elbowed his partner. “I built us the best fucking snow shelter ever, didn’t I?”

Morgan nodded her agreement. “He did.”

The two of them stood motionless, taking in the ruins of the hotel lobby. The place was huge and open, all strewn with broken furniture and shattered glass. And in places where the walls had caved in? Entire mini-avalanches of ice and snow.

“I found this place last night,” I said, “just before I froze to death. Some sort of old hotel. I even found a bed! Although it sucks because the mattress is frozen solid.” I shrugged. “Would’ve been the same as sleeping on the floor.”

“How did you not freeze to death,” Morgan asked. She was totally shivering now. Her breath came in little plumes of white smoke. “It’s well below freezing in here!”

“Sleeping bags,” I smiled proudly. “One of the only useful things I found while ransacking this place.”

“Sleeping bags?” Shane asked hopefully.

I nodded. “Eight of them.”

Shane’s expression couldn’t hide his excitement. I even saw Morgan’s shoulders slump with relief. Sleeping bags were a total game-changer.

“The storm’s worse than ever,” I said, pointing backward. “Most of this place is buried, but I came in on the one side still exposed to the outdoors.”

“Well at least we’re safe in here,” Shane declared, rubbing his arms. “Wherever the hell here is.”

Morgan raised her hand timidly, almost like she was in class. We both turned to look at her expectantly.

“I, uh… might actually be able to help out with that.”

Ten

MORGAN

He was breathtakingly handsome, even in the semi-darkness. Jet black hair. Crisp, manicured goatee. And of course, those amazing crystal blue eyes. Honestly, I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was exactly the type of guy who made me nervous.

Morgan!

Hell, he was the type of guy who made all girls nervous.

“So what do you mean?” Shane was asking eagerly. “Are you saying you know where we are?”

“Sort of.”

“Well… where?”

My hand was still up. I realized it and put it down, feeling mortified.