ASMSG Romance Erotica Ezine June 2014 | Page 18

“You suck at being a hostess. I can make it myself once I can walk again. I’ve never seen snow like that. Thank God the navigation worked in my phone. I could have died out there wandering around.” He resumed drinking the apple cider and savored the warmth sliding down his throat. “I suppose you could have…things like that happen. People die all the time.” She walked to a closet at the back of the room where she pulled out an extra pillow and some more blankets. “There isn’t another bedroom. You can sleep out here. When the storm breaks, you can leave.” He thought about arguing, but then looked at her face. She stared at the picture above the mantel, a look of confusion and loneliness replacing the sarcastic grin she’d worn minutes ago. “I’ve slept in worse places than your sofa.” He set the empty cup aside and watched her look around the room again before shoving her hair from her face. In that one movement, he saw such sadness transform her face that he momentarily questioned his intrusion on her retreat. She’d obviously come here with a clear set of intentions; he only hoped that they hadn’t involved hurting herself somehow. In that brief unguarded moment, she’d looked completely lost. “Sierra…don’t go. Stay here and talk to me for a while. We’ll watch some television, crit