Winter Lovers WC 222

Winter Lovers
WC 222

The sudden storm raged outside. The roads were impassable. All of us in Denny's were possibly trapped for the night.

“I hate this,” I said to the back of the stranger’s head in the booth in front of me. “At least we won't go hungry,” I added, trying not to sound so grumpy.

His deep voice floated over the bench seat. “This is my favorite time of the year. I love the frigid weather,” he said with a slight English accent. “The colder the better.”

His comments made me shiver. I buttoned the top button on my coat.

“Are you serious?” I said, “You don't mind being trapped in Denny's?”

“Well, I did get to meet a lovely woman like you!”

A pervert! My luck! I did wonder what he looked like. All I could see was the back of his head.

As if reading my mind, he slid out of his booth and sauntered over. He looked like a young Sean Connery. Maybe the storm wasn't so bad after all?

Suddenly very warm, I undid the top button on my coat, popped a breath mint, and slid over. I fantasized how the evening in Denny’s would unfold as he slid into the booth.

He kissed my trembling hand.

And then in his deep, sexy voice, he introduced himself.

“Frost. Jack Frost!”