Chapter 4The howling wind and the sound of something scraping against the bedroom window wakes me up an unknown time later. When I open my eyes, all I can see outside my window is a white wall of snow and a ghostly outline of a tree branch waving so wildly, I fear it’ll break. Or worse, crash the window.
“Holy s**t,” I croak, and Jona, who’s curled himself around me in his sleep, mutters, “What?” against my neck.
“It’s…uh…snowing.”
Jona lifts his head so he can see outside. “That is a blizzard,” he says with a snort before lying back down. He doesn’t pull away like I expect him to; instead, he rests his forehead against my neck and lets his arm stay draped over my waist.
He doesn’t sound surprised about the weather conditions. He shouldn’t be, of course, considering his line of work, b
