4
King
King laid in bed and watched the darkness outside turn to pastel. He hadn’t slept the entire night, too on edge knowing Effie was just a few steps away.
He peeled himself out of bed and looked onto the glittery wonderland below. It was fairer than he’d expected. Not as much snow on the ground as the reports warned. But it was still coming down.
And knowing Effie, she doesn’t have snow tires, studs, or chains.
Still, King let out a sigh. Maybe the storm would be brief.
“And then I can get the f**k out of here,” he muttered under his breath.
He came up here to relax, not get trapped with the one person he’d spent the most time with in the cozy little cabin.
Or maybe that’s exactly why you keep coming back here, he thought to himself as he turned on the shower.
As he stretched
