Snowed Inn

by Jenni Brady

I don’t want to be hauled away for murder just before Christmas. That would piss off my parents.

Truthfully, I hold back, afraid that if anyone got a glimpse of the real me, not the polished public version, the ugliness would be enough to have them turn tail and run.

Guess solitude comes with a price.

“Asking you to give up who you are wasn’t very fair of her, Teddy. You’re amazing as you are. In all your grumpy glory,”

My first impression of her was completely wrong, and the more I peel back and unwrap, the more I see the woman who longs to be cared for, trusted, and supported.

“Ruin me,” she breathes out. And I do.

“It wasn’t just the sex,” I continue. “That was on a whole other level, but it was her. She wanted to listen, to know about me and the ranch. When she smiled– Beckett, fuck, when she smiled it could have melted the snow with how bright she glowed.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather be snowed in with.”

He’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.