The Naughty Sins of a Saint
“Do you know how few times I get to see snow, Saint?” Xenia said excitedly as she pressed her hands onto the passenger side window, watching the large, fluffy, white flakes come down and blanket the New York streets.
“I guess I’m pretty much over it,” Saint said as he cleared his throat. “When you grow up freezing your ass off during the winters, snow becomes the enemy,” he joked.
“It’s so pretty! How could you hate it?” Xenia asked as she looked over her shoulder briefly at him then back out the window. Xenia rolled down the window and waved her hands around frantically.
“You’re a Cali girl. You just don’t understand. Hey, you’re letting all the heat out,” Saint said as he enjoyed her juvenile behavior. Xenia stuck her tongue out and collected snow, enjoying the sensation as it landed and quickly melted from her body heat. Saint looked at the time, back at Xenia, and pulled over.
“What are you doing? We aren’t there yet are we?” she asked as he put his car in park.
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