Chapter 64 - Snow Day (1/2)

I thought things would be awkward after that but Al chose to act like the kiss hadn't happened and like I didn't know he was in love with me the following morning when we woke up.

He twisted from his place sitting up under the covers and looked out the window.

”It finally stopped snowing. You wanted to go play in it, right?”

If he was going to play it off I was perfectly happy to go along. It had just been a dare. It didn't mean anything. We were still friends.

”Yeah, I do. You'll come with me?”

”I assume you have a bunch of interesting ideas to keep us busy so how could I refuse?”

”I do,” I admitted. ”Have you ever played in the snow?”

”Not really. When I was really little I would make tracks on the way to the stables to visit the horses and sometimes do different patterns but that's about it.”

Al looked at me with a gentle smile on his face. ”That probably doesn't count though.”

”Nope, I have more involved things in mind than that. That's why I picked up that waterproofing oil near the docks the last time we were in town. We don't have to do everything today either. That much snow isn't going away anytime soon. I'm not sure how long we'll be able to stand the cold so we might have to do things one at a time.”

”I'll have breakfast brought to us so we can get ready and go right after.”

Al hopped out of bed with a spring in his step and rung for a maid.

After placing his order, he zipped back and climbed under the covers before they cooled too much.

I couldn't help but laugh at his behavior. ”Someone's excited about breakfast in bed.”

”It's warmer here and we're about to freeze outside. Don't judge me.”

”I'm not judging,” I said as I snuggled deeper under the blankets. It really was cold. The fire needed stoking.

When the maid came back with breakfast consisting of sausage, fried eggs, and toast, she tended to the fire and we ate in peace in the warm comfort of bed.

I hadn't enjoyed breakfast in bed since I was about ten years old.

My mom tried surprising me for my birthday but I ended up spilling a ton of syrup on the sheets and she never did it again. Thankfully I was a lot less clumsy now.

I talked to myself as I assembled my makeshift snow gear.

”Okay, get some pants and a coat that you don't usually wear—they need to be coated with oil. You have leather gloves lined with fur already…Oh hats!”