“ Snow. Sure, it occasionally snowed in West Texas, but rarely did it ever stick around long enough to actually enjoy it, and it was rarely anything more than a light dusting. This was a hefty blanket of snow, and from the looks of the dark clouds and the chill in the air, it wasn't going anywhere. Who knew if it would be there in the morning, but I'd take a white Christmas Eve over nothing at all. I pulled on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and rubbing a hand over my face, I stumbled down... the stairs in search of the coffee pot. I had tossed and turned all night playing Monday's words over and over in my head and coming to the same conclusion every time. I had fucked up, but that didn't mean I couldn't fix it. I had to win her back, no matter what it took. She had loved me once, I could make her love me again. How hard could it be? Monday was standing over the sink staring out the window at the glittering snow that had blanketed the property, a fresh cup of brew in her hand. I let my gaze trace the soft curves of her figure.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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