He's a stranger.
An unexpected surprise.
A risk I have no choice but to take, thanks to this blizzard.
I shouldn't want him.
But his touch and his kisses...
They're the perfect distraction.
Until this passes, anyway.
My instincts said I'd be fine, but I should have listened to my head.
Things that so easy...so comfortable...so perfect...
Are usually too good to be true.
No matter how potent the rush.