Page 36 of Damaged Prince
“Fuck this shit,” Owen grumbles as he stomps his way up the steps towards the cabin before us.
It’s smaller than I expected, and it makes me love it even more.
“What’s the matter?” Logan chuckles, following after his brother. “Not what you expected?”
“No.” Owen swings his angry gaze his brother’s way. “It’s not. Snow. So much fucking snow!”
“I know, right?” I smile. “I love it.”
Owen blinks at me. “You know, I love my girls a little on the crazy side, but you’re pushing it, babe.”
“Stop.” I laugh, joining them on the steps. “We told you to pack warm.”
“Warm, yes. But not for the fucking tundra? It would have been nice to know.” Owen crosses his arms as he shivers.
“Don’t worry,” Kai chuckles, ducking behind Owen. “There’s lots of snow gear in here you can borrow.”
“I hate snow.” Owen’s teeth chatter together.
“I love it.” I laugh, tilting my head back to gaze up at the night sky. It’s snowing softly, the only light coming from the porch light, which was on and waiting for our arrival.
“Have you ever seen snow before?” Eli asks.
“Nope.” I close my eyes, letting the snowflakes land and melt on my face.
“Then how do you know you love it?” Eli asks, laughing softly.
“I just do.” I grin over at him.
“There we are.” Kai swings the door open, and Owen wastes no time pushing his way in.
“I should have just stayed home,” Owen complains.
“If you're just going to bitch about it, maybe you should have.” Eli frowns, following after his brother.
“I’ll be fine,” Owen huffs. “As long as I stay inside.”
Kai heads deeper into the cabin and flicks on a few lights.
It illuminates the space around us, and I smile. It’s exactly what a cabin should look like: cozy and quaint.
“Who wants to come outside and help me with the firewood? I had someone deliver some this morning, but I need help bringing it in.”
“Not me.” Owen kicks off his boots and heads right for the couch. Grabbing one of the blankets lying over the back, he throws it over his shoulders and burrows into it.
“I’ll help,” Logan offers.
“Same,” Eli says.
“You're being such a big baby.” I laugh, taking off my own boots and joining Owen on the couch.
“Am not,” he grunts, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me down onto his lap. “Come here and cuddle me.”
“Are you that cold?” I laugh, but don’t put up any argument. I let him wrap his arms around me and bury my face into his chest as he moves our bodies together so that we’re lying down on the couch with me on top.
“A lot better now. Thanks.” He hums, sliding his hands up my shirt and placing his cold fingers against my back.
“Holy shit!” I squeak, trying to wiggle myself away from him.
