The best time to frame an answer to the letters of a friend is the moment you receive them. Then the warmth of friendship and the intelligence received, most forcibly cooperate.
~William Shenstone
Alexandria's pov
Fuck Grenadville, I’m going back to bed.
Is what I said when I opened the main doors and was hit with a massive amount of snow that nearly gave me hypothermia. Why is it that this town has no respect for the weathers? It’s as if global warming had decided to set up it’s base of operations here.
Fuck, my skin is turning icy. I shuddered, grabbing a shovel and heading back to the door to clear a path for us to walk through. In only Noah’s shirt and my ‘juicy’ booty shorts, my skin cried for warmth but I told it to endure.
This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been half nake
