He begged and pleaded until he was so cute that I couldn’t keep tormenting him. I grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands in the snow above his head, watching him shake with laughter,face red from melting snow, drops of water trickling down his neck and under his sweater.
“Kiss me, I dare you,” he said.
I leaned in, crushing my mouth against his, making him sink back into the snow with the force of the kiss. He didn’t even have a beanie or a scarf, the cocky fucker.
“Gonna fuck around again?” I asked after biting his lip.
“No. No, Sir. You win,” he whimpered, unable to hold back the laughs. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t do that again.”
“Anything?” I asked, voice dropping low. I crawled a little higher up his body, sitting down on his crotch. “Christ, you’re hard already, you devil.”
“You love it,” he said. “I’ll let you play with it if you forgive me.”
“You’re forgiven,” I said.
“Let me go,” he demanded.
I wondered if I should torture him a bit more, but he was too adorable like this, horny and defeated and completely red. Yeah, I couldn’t find it in my heart to keep messing with him.
I let go of his arms and realized my mistake instantly. Damon swiped his arms down and flipped me onto the ground, turning us around and falling onto me.
“Trusting me was your biggest mistake,” he said in a cheesy villain voice. He sank onto me, slamming his lips against mine and kissing me so deeply that I lost my breath, the whole world shifting a degree away from its place with the intensity of the impact.
If that had been a mistake, I would happily repeat it a million times more.
Damon kissed me hard, then pulled back, picking up snow with two fingers only.
I whimpered and pleaded, but he slipped the freezing snow under my sweater, making me squirm and panic while he got up, standing proud above me and extending one hand to help me up.
I accepted it. We’d both lost. And we’d both won. The balance was restored to the universe, and we could have breakfast. Not bad at all.
“Next time,” I muttered, “we’re building a snowman instead.”
Damon grinned.
“What?” I asked.
He looked at me, eyes big and fiery. “There’s gonna be a next time?”
I hadn’t even thought about it. It had seemed like the most natural thing ever. Why would I ever do anything else? Why would I even consider it? Today was our last day in heaven, and we were returning to Northwood this afternoon.
We had spent days in the cabin and outside of it. We had gone on a snowy hike, had spent hours in the hot tub, had made love in every room twice, and had played Go Fish so many times that my mind was spinning.
How would there not be a next time? But I wasn’t going to be the loser who fell for a playboy, so I shrugged. “If you beg hard enough.”
Damon smirked and nodded. “If you behave yourself, I just might.”
We went into the log house for breakfast and piled up our plates with french toast, butter, all sorts of cheeses, and boiled eggs. Damon added a couple of sausages to his plate, poking one with a fork and waving it between us while making crass jokes. I put pancakes and syrup on another plate for us to share. Coffee was unlimited and delicious, flavored with a little bit of cinnamon to make you really aware that it was winter, as if a snowball fight hadn’t been enough.
And when we returned to the cabin to pack the last of our things, Damon took my hand and traced the lines of my palm.
“This was a great idea,” I told him honestly.
“If everyone would just listen to me, the world would be a better place,” Damon said, full of himself as ever.
I laughed. “Damon for president of the world.”
“The whole galaxy, my dear.”