Snowed In

He pointed downward, over my shoulder. Onto the circuit board, where a tiny but noticeable space existed between two black, multi-pronged components.

One of the transistors was missing.

I gasped, covering my mouth with one hand.

“What?”

Yes, it was definitely gone. Definitely not there.

“Morgan, what is it?”

“Help me look around!”

We got down on our hands and knees, searching the floor, digging around the entire area for a good fifteen minutes. When our search turned up nothing I dragged Jeremy upstairs, back into the room we’d first found the radio.

“Look, if you wanted to make out in here again that’s fine by me,” he smiled. “But we could’ve just as easily done it in front of the fire…”

“Stop joking!” I growled. “Help me find this thing!”

We scoured the shelf. Combed the floor. We even covered every square inch of space along the trail we’d carried the radio, while bringing it downstairs. But in the

end, nothing.

“Maybe it was missing when we found it?” he suggested.

“Yeah, maybe…”

“I’ll bet that’s why someone left it up on that shelf.”

I sighed again, letting my arms drop to my sides. I was too tired. Tired of squinting at tiny components, tired of crawling around on my hands and knees. Yet without that transistor, we weren’t going anywhere.

“Could we make one?” Jeremy asked abruptly.

My eyes lit up. It was a smart idea! It could actually work too, if we found the right materials.

I was about to sprint back to the garage when a pair of arms slid around my waist from behind. Jeremy pulled me against him, his body warm and welcoming against the frigid temperature of the room.

“C’mon,” I said, trying to sound urgent. “We need to—”

“In a minute…”

His hands slid further, dipping down across my lower belly. He applied pressure there, forcing my ass backward, against his crotch.

“You need a break,” he said, kissing my neck. I gasped at the heat of his lips on my skin. “I need a break…”

My own body betrayed me. Radio or not, I began melting into him. I felt so snug. So amazingly good.

“Here,” he said, taking my hand. He pulled it backward, behind me. Settled it deftly over the growing bulge in his ski pants. “Let me show you something…”

He rolled his hips against me, and my fingers clenched themselves around the shape of his manhood. God, how I wanted it. A little taste of last night.

Maybe we could take a break, I thought greedily. Just a tiny one. A quick reminder of what we--

CRASH!

We both jumped and bolted back out to the landing. Down below, at the end of the lobby, a bunch of snow-covered logs and sticks had been tossed unceremoniously across the lobby floor.

“They’re back!”