Page 42 of Curvy Cabin Fever
I shrug my shoulders back and allow my thoughts to move to Morgan, who said nothing when I lost my shit. He didn’t have to—the disappointment in his eyes said enough.
And Damien punched me.
I sigh heavily and wish I could go back in time and keep my temper and jealousy in check. It’s not fucking like me to react.
It’s Morgan and Aria; they’re driving me crazy. It probably doesn’t help that we are cooped up in this cabin together. I knit my brows and assess my surroundings, the thought of driving into town a fucking delightful escape.
I could try to shovel the driveway and inspect the roads.
Anything to keep me outside.
The snow’s finally stopped, at least. The storm that buried us in the mountains has passed, leaving a heavy silence behind. The kind I don’t need.
It’s still cold as hell, but the sun is out now, bright and unbothered by the shitshow I helped create. The snow is piled high against the trees, the lake’s edges are frozen, and the road leading down the mountain is still a mess. It’s not impassable—not anymore. If Aria wanted to leave, she probably could.
That thought settles in my stomach like a rock.
So I grab a shovel and start to clear the driveway. Not for her—at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
It’s for me.
Because sitting in that cabin, knowing what’s happening in Morgan’s room, knowingtheyare touchingher, making her moan—making her fucking stay—it’s driving me insane.
The crunch of boots on the ice behind me has me gripping the handle a little tighter.
It’s her.
It’s like I can fucking sense her, and I have no clue how or why. It’s almost ethereal, this stupid connection I have with her.
I shouldn’t worry; she hates me now.
Aria steps up beside me, her arms wrapped around herself. Her breath curls in the cold air, frigid with the tension between us.
Fuck, I don’t know what to do.
I concentrate on the job at hand, refusing to look at her. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk to me, maybe she’s going to her car?—
“Rhett?” Her voice is barely a whisper carried by the icy wind, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s ready to challenge me or if she’s afraid.
Please don’t be the latter.
I brace myself and exhale heavily through my nose. I don’t know what the hell she’s going to say, but my jaw locks, my body tense, ready for attack. Blood throbs in my ears as I grit my teeth, preparing myself for whatever she says.
Accept what she says to you and apologize.
“I…” I begin, my voice hoarse and lost in the wind.
I can’t fucking do it.
But then Aria peers down at me, her hair sliding around her pink puffy coat as she meets my eyes.
I try to turn away, but I can’t; I’m lost in her beautiful eyes, even with the apprehension I see in them. Something tugs at my chest, and I rise to my full height, my heart hammering.
“Yes?” I say formally, watching as she blinks, stepping back a little.
I wasn’t abrupt, was I? I didn’t mean to be.
Her dark hair frames her face as we stare at one another, my cheeks stinging from the cold. She’s wearingherclothes, I’m relieved to see, because I’m a jealous bastard.
