Page 93 of Major Love

Those twin smile-creases cut deep in his cheeks, but he plays along and murmurs, “Way too fucking late, baby.”

I make an understanding humming sound as his large quad presses against my thigh.

“So… I should probably crash here, then,” I whisper, specifically.

He smiles as he continues caressing my neck. “I’d like that,” he admits, his voice deep in the quiet forest, and I have to press on my stomach to subdue the fluttering butterflies.

My breathing is laboured as we watch the rest of episode two, and I’m only pulled back to the present when something small and icy lands on the tip of my nose.

I squeak quietly and swipe it off, before glancing skywards in surprise.

“It’s snowing,” I rasp, and Jason chuckles as he takes in my expression.

“You’d think that you’d never seen it before,” he murmurs teasingly.

“I can’t help it!” I exclaim. “It’s been years since I’ve seen snow like this.”

We might get a little winter weather here and there in Nashville, but there’s no comparison to being surrounded by snow in the evergreen mountains of Phoenix Falls.

“Yeah, it’s pretty special,” he rumbles gently, before resting on his elbow and glancing toward the sky. “Temperature’s dropping, though,” he murmurs. “We should probably head inside.”

I’m about to protest and suggest something insane like camping out for the night when another snowflake kisses my nose and I lean forward, letting out a little sneeze.

Jason barks out a laugh that’s so loud I spin around to face him, and I give him a playful smack on the firm muscles of his biceps.

“Hey!” I protest, my cheeks blushing pink with self-consciousness. “It was just a little sneeze.”

“That’s the issue,” he says, an amused lilt in his deep voice as he heaves himself to his feet and jumps down at the bottom of the truck.

I sit upright and squeak as he grabs my ankles, hauling me to the end of the tail-bed with a rough jerk of his arms.

“What d’you mean?” I ask warily.

“Even your sneezes are cute.”

I roll my eyes and nudge him playfully, my cheeks flushing for a different reason now.

He steps aside and takes my hand, interlacing our fingers as I carefully dismount, and then he gathers up our movie gear, tucking it under his free arm before leading me to the house.

I release another tiny sneeze and Jason smirks down at me in amusement.

“It’s the snow,” I start to explain as he pulls open the front door for me, but then I cut myself short as his phone starts buzzing on the kitchen countertop.

We both glance in its direction as he closes up the door behind us.

Jason drops the movie gear on the couch but keeps our fingers laced as he walks us toward the kitchen. I follow quickly behind him, the warmth from his large palm making me shiver.

He picks up his cell and glances at the screen, frowning slightly as he scrolls through a barrage of notifications.

He spends a minute reading through them, responds to two, and then releases a sigh.

He drops the phone back to the counter and turns to face me, his expression torn.

“That was the crew,” he murmurs, his voice rough and gravelly. “The snowfall is gonna fuck up some of the plans we have for tomorrow. So we have a real early start if we wanna keep the projects rolling.”

He takes both of my hands in his, tugging me toward him while I make sense of his words.

If he has to be out early tomorrow… then we can’t start anything up tonight.

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