Snowed in with Grumpy (Silver Mountain, #1)

by Olivia Noble

Our faces touch then, and we gently nuzzle against each other. Her lips find mine, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and she presses her mouth against mine. Gingerly at first, but then searching and deeper. More hungry and passionate. “Ava,” I say gruffly, as I feel my body responding to her. “Let’s get out of here first—more snow could come down that mountain.” “I would have fewer regrets this time,” she says as she lets her head fall against my neck, peacefully. “I hated the thought of dying without ever kissing you.” “I hate the thought of you dying at all,” I tell her quietly. “So don’t do that. Besides—there are a lot of other things I’d like to do with you, other than kissing. You’ll need to be alive for all of that.”

“Ava, I did totally give up until I met you. You saved me from my self-imposed exile. From drowning in loneliness. I had zero hope and faith that I could experience any of these good feelings ever again. I didn’t think I could trust a woman again. But I didn’t expect to meet someone like you. That’s why I walked away from our first meeting, you know? I felt something, the moment I saw you. I just knew.” “Knew what?” I ask. “Knew you could make my walls come down. Harder than an avalanche.” I let this sentence soak in. So, his walls are down? What is he saying?