The Real
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“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.
“It was a nice gesture,” I ground out. “Misplaced, but nice.”
“Are you mad?”
I turned to look at him and saw the disappointment in his features. I climbed onto his lap for the second time that day. He smiled as he palmed my ass.
“No. I mean, yes, it’s my worst nightmare come to life. But, hey, fears are meant to be conquered, right? Please, do tell me what your worst fear is so I can return the favor and make it just as romantic for you someday.” I bat my eyelashes and his body shook with his laugh.
“Point taken.”
“I do have to pee.”
“I know.”
“Once we do this,” I warned, “there’s no going back. All the sweet etiquette of our new union will be erased. You will have seen me squat.”
“I’ll turn my back. But I can live with it.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Come on.” He moved to open the door.
“WAIT!” I shrieked.
“Okay,” he said, taking his hand off the handle.
“Just give me a mental moment. Tell me something. Anything.”
“The Bears won.”
“Something else.”
“We’re still sitting on three-quarters of a tank of gas.”
“Wonderful.”
“We won’t freeze to death.”
“That’s reassuring in a terrifying way,” I said, swallowing.
“It’s a real possibility if we don’t get the hell out of here.”
“Cameron, please don’t try to leave me here alone.”
He nodded. “We can’t be far from the cabin. Check your phone for a signal.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw I still had zero bars.
“Nothing. Yours?”
He pulled his phone out and shook his head.
“How in the hell was I supposed to work out here?”
“I was told there was WIFI. Abbie, if I can make it to the main road—”
“You aren’t going out in a blizzard with zero visibility. It’s not happening. I’m not that bossy of a girlfriend, I promise, but I’m not swaying on this shit.”