When a snowstorm forces us together, words become optional.
Lost in a blizzard with nowhere to turn, I stumble upon his cabin—and him. Gunnar. A gorgeous mountain man of few words who communicates through gestures and written notes. Three days trapped together should feel awkward, but watching him move through his world with quiet confidence has me questioning my noisy, picture-perfect social media existence. As the snow piles higher outside, so does the heat between us.
She talks enough for both of us. Somehow, I dont mind.
My peaceful mountain sanctuary is disrupted when she knocks on my door—Dawn, with her sunshine smile and constant chatter. After years of chosen silence, I should want her gone. Instead, I find myself sharing more than just my space. Her curious eyes see past my quiet exterior, and her touch awakens parts of me I thought were frozen.
Some connections dont need words to burn white-hot.
