GINGER
I woke to a gentle shake of my upper arm. “Baby,” the most beautiful voice whispered. “Wake up.”
I turned to find Tyce standing beside the bed, my snowsuit slung over his shoulder. His soft smile made dissipated my grogginess. “What’s going on?” I asked. It wasn’t like him to randomly wake me in the middle of the night.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just have something to show you,” he replied, holding the snow suit out to me. “Put this on.”
Curiosity replaced sleep as I slid out of bed. Tyce helped me into the snowsuit, steadying me when I stumbled. We crept downstairs, pulled on our boots, and stepped outside.
Crisp, frosty air pricked my cheeks. But I was instantly distracted from the cold as soon as I glanced up and gasped at the sight. “Oh my Goddess, this is amazing!” I exclaimed,
