He got up from his place at the edge of the bed to look out the window and saw the snowflakes falling with terrifying intensity. He felt trapped between this accumulating snow and Salma. Was it fair to have to face this painful test? When he returned from the kitchen with the coffee, he could see her attractive figure and her soft legs through her short, transparent nightgown. Here she was, available. If his shirt had been torn from the back…my dear, forget all the myths about being thin and dieting, you’re attractive just the way you are, and you are flawless…I wish I could kiss every inch of you. ‘You can’t leave in weather like this,’ she repeated. ‘Please don’t leave me alone,’ she begged him.
He’d experienced life in several cold cities and had become familiar with living below zero
