Writing prompt from Mama Kat’s Losin’ It: Write a blog post inspired by the word “snowflake.”
She scanned the sea of unfamiliar faces around her, looking for the only one that mattered. She sighed when she realized his familiar brown eyes were nowhere to be found.
Granted she’d never met Paul in person, she’d spent plenty of nights staring into those chocolate-brown eyes over Skype. Sometimes she questioned starting a romance with a guy she met on Twitter, but not a single guy she’d ever stumbled across in Key West made her feel quite the way he did.
She hauled her bright red suitcase off the baggage carousel, turned around, and slammed into a rock-hard chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said as she looked up.
She was face-to-face with Paul.
Before she could say another word, he leaned down and touched his lips to hers—so soft, so warm, so welcoming.
“Uh, hi,” he whispered before he kissed her again. This time he delved deeper and she let his tongue dance with hers. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close, and she was grateful because she was pretty sure she would have melted into a puddle from the heat of the kiss had he not held her up.
He finally ripped his lips from hers. “So, let’s get out of here, what do you say, Elle?” She nodded, unable to actually form words.
He was taller than she expected, and five times hotter in person than he was online. His chest and biceps were beautifully chiseled, as if he lived at the gym instead of online like she knew he did. Maybe he didn’t sleep. He had the hint of a tattoo peeking out from under the short-sleeved t-shirt he wore, though not enough for her to make out what it was. Then there were those eyes, those eyes drew her in the first time they spoke. His voice was husky and gravelly, that hinted at the gruffness in his appearance.
“Did you bring a jacket,” he asked her, pulling her out of her reverie.
She shook her head. “We don’t need jackets in the Keys, I don’t own one.” He smiled at her and shook his head.
“Well, aren’t you going to be in for a surprise?”
They stepped out the automatic doors and the arctic blast hit her so hard she almost fell over.
“Oh man, how are you in just a short-sleeved shirt?”
“This? This is a tropical heat wave.” He chuckled, but she was not amused.
She wrapped her arms around her as if it would help. It didn’t.
Lucky for her, he didn’t park far away. He opened the door to his truck and helped her in quickly to get her out of the elements.
In her seat was a small box with a bow. “What’s this,” she asked.
“A gift,” he said with a smile. She tore open the box, and inside was a small snowglobe that featured a man and a woman wrapped in an embrace while flakes of snow swirled around them.
“Is this us,” she asked as she shook the snowglobe to make the snow dance.
“Not yet,” he said under her breath.
He carefully drove the hour from the airport to his place in the country. Along the way, the two made small talk, though, they’d been talking online so long, there wasn’t really any new ground to cover.
“So, how long have you lived in Maine,” she asked him.
“All my life, just like you’ve spent your whole life in Florida. We are the polar opposites.” He turned on his blinker and pulled into a drive.
“Opposites attract, Paula Abdul taught us that.”
“I supposed I’m Scat Cat in this scenario,” he said with a wink.
“I don’t know, can you dance?”
“I promise you, sweetheart, I will show off all my moves in good time, but for now, let’s get you inside and I’ll even build you a fire.” She liked the sound of that. She could get down with getting more familiar with that face, those arms, that chest, by the light of a fire.
He opened her door, and helped her out of the truck before he grabbed her suitcase. He hurried her toward the tiny stone-front house with a large front porch. All of the sudden, she stopped and looked up.
“Is that snow?” He looked up, and a fat snowflake landed on his eyelashes, which made her giggle.
“Yep, apparently it is.”
“I have never seen snow.” The cold was all but forgotten as she danced around the yard, enjoying her first snowfall. Within minutes, the snow fell harder and began to dust her hair white. She looked up at Paul, who had a grin on his face.
“What’s so funny,” she asked him.
“You are so adorable, you know that?” He took two steps to close the distance between them, and he cupped his right hand behind her neck and pulled her lips to his. She wrapped her arms around him, and bit his lower lip.
“Now we’re the snowglobe,” she whispered. He grinned and kissed her again.