Page 15 of A DIY Christmas Miracle
And the room was small.Tiny.
“I say let’s pick out thebestroom and you choose this?” I asked incredulously. We had free rein. Why the fuck would he choose the smallest room in the whole cabin? And a room without its own en suite bathroom at that?
“Well…” Will turned around to face me. His cheeks flushed as he looked at me and shrugged. “The other rooms all have only one bed.”
We would so be taking another room.
Him and I having to share a bed… that’s how the best romance novels started. Well, if you didn’t get snowed in. Usually, you either got snowed in together or, for some reason, you had to share a bed.
“Are the beds bigger than these?” I looked at the bunk beds in distaste. They screamed ‘summer camp,’ not ‘luxurious adult vacation.’ Also, I wasn’t sure how sturdy they were. They might be designed for teenagers, and I didn’t want the top to collapse when an adult tried sleeping in it. I mean, I’d like having Will on top of me but not because he crashed onto me from a four-foot height in the middle of the night. With a mattress between.
“They are. Most of them are king-sized.” Will’s eyes darted restlessly through the room, looking anywhere but at me. “Do you… I mean… it’d only be one bed.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. Maybe I should’ve agreed to move into this room — at least for the first night.
And what if Will really didn’t want to share a bed with me? There was no chance in hell for my plan to work if he couldn’t stand being close to me.
“You know,” I started hesitantly. By now, my heart was no longer hammering in my chest; it was beating in my throat, making it hard to swallow. “We’re both adults, right? Don’t you think we’re old enough to share a bed? I mean, it wouldn’t be fair if Marc, who gets a room on his own, got a king-size bed and an en suite bathroom while we’re crashing in this upgraded broom closet.”
“Right.” Will snorted a laugh, even grinned at me, but he didn’t look entirely convinced. “Yeah, you’re right. There’s enough space for the two of us in a king, right?”
I nodded. If he needed the reassurance, who was I to withhold it?
It was almost like a dream come true. We were here, in this cabin, just the two of us. The snowstorm was just a couple of hours away, and yet we were already making plans to share a bed.
“Okay. I know which room we’re taking!” He bolted past me, rushing down the hallway and opening the last door on the left with a huge smile on his face. “Ta-da,” he said, beckoning me to come closer.
Oh yes. Oh yes!That’s what I meant by choosing the best room. A king-sized bed dominated the room, bedside tables on each side. A red and white checkered throw blanket covered the simply…perfectlooking bed. Fluffy pillows, thick, cozy looking comforters… I wanted to jump on the bed, crawl beneath the covers, and never come out again–at least — if Will joined me.
Fuck the groceries that still needed to be put into the fridge. Fuck the fact that we had to turn the generator on and start a fire. Fuck the fact that my clothes were soaking wet and clinging to my cold skin. I just wanted to cuddle up in bed with Will.
Unfortunately, the others would probably be pissed if they arrived on Christmas Eve and found Will and me in bed while the Christmas tree was just lying in the middle of the living room and the groceries were slowly but surely rotting away on the kitchen counter.
I sighed. “I need to change and then…we should probably start putting the groceries away and do whatever else we’ve got to do,” I said, hating myself for not being able to ignore my responsibilities.
“Yeah.” Will sighed softly. “After the long drive, working is the last thing I want to do, but… I’ll light the fireplace so we’ve got a cozy, warm place to read after we’re done.”
Together?
Him and I on the couch, books in our hands, cuddling?
“Sounds like a plan.”
Chapter 7
Eli
There was a fire crackling in the fireplace, the flames licking up the logs and illuminating the living room with flickering light, letting shadows dance along the walls. While outside, there was only cold, freezing darkness.
Darkness and snow, yes, but no wind whipping around the cabin. No whistling sounds as the wind found its way through every last crack. No thick white flakes hitting the window panes until the snow was so high it looked like the windows were level with the ground.
I couldn’t help but sigh as I stared outside into the starry night. A night that shouldn’t be starry. Actually, I shouldn’t be able to see the bright, glittering dots in the sky or the moon that bathed the snow in a pale light at all.
This whole evening was nearly perfect — except for the fact it wasn’t snowing.
My weather app was still stubbornly insisted there’d be a snowstorm coming by any minute now, but the clouds had cleared over the course of the evening and the steady, moderate snowfall had turned into light flurries before it finally dried up completely.
I updated the app again since it supposedly had new data for me while a queasy feeling spread in my stomach.
