Snowed In

Chapter 6

He covered my mouth and silenced me immediately.  I shook and looked at him. To say I was afraid was an understatement.  I wasn't afraid of the dark that much outside, but inside held darker terrors.
He took his hand away when he was certain I'd stop screaming. Feeling embarrassed I stood up and went into the kitchen and washed our cups.

"I'm going and turn on the generator in the back." He said putting on his boots and coat. He had already slipped on a long sleeve shirt and a Jean's pants.

"You're not leaving me alone."I quickly said.

I ran in the living room not caring if he saw me half naked and stripped. I threw on my turtle neck sweater, a Jeans pants and my boots. I pulled on my coat and looked back at him. He was scowling at me and I offered him a smile. I didn't miss the slight stirring in his pants. Maybe I was affecting him somehow.

I pulled my thick hair in one and walked past him.

"How comes you never got a dog?"I asked him.

In my research I found out that persons with PTSD were better with dogs than humans. Maybe the dogs were more understanding and loving when it comes to their illness.
Humans were pathetic at times when It comes to understanding others. They always expected more than you could give.

"The same way how you didn't think stay home. I just didn't think about it."he said slamming the door behind us.

I rolled my eyes and nearly tripped in the snow. The snow was falling into my boots and they were pretty high. I tried to walk behind him to reach the shed but I couldn't keep up. He finally saw me struggling and grabbed my hand and basically dragged me to the shed. He threw me inside and slammed the door again behind us. It was dark inside and uneasiness creeped all over me. I huddled closer to him and held his hand. He stiffened at the contact and I knew he was going to pull away.

"Please....until you turn on the light." I begged.

He shrugged and went to where the generator was. I still held his hand. His big calloused hand swallowed my tiny one. His was warm and mine was definitely cold. He knew that, so he took both my hands and cupped them. Blowing on them,he provided heat and I smiled at the gesture.

He let go of my hands abruptly and spun around to the generator.  After much knocking and pulling the generator started to run. I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against him. He once again became stiff.

"Those scars.....they're not ugly. I'm sorry you have them but they're not ugly. I'm sorry I starred. It was rude and you were upset." I said letting go of him.

"Well, war doesn't only send you home in a coffin.  It also sends you home mentally and physically fucking scarred for life." He said coldly.

"One step forward...thirty back." I grumbled.

"Look lady. I found you and you're only staying until I can kick you out so don't get any hope that anything will happen between us. Maybe sex. I don't know but anything beyond that. No."

"Who told you I did relationships?" I laughed trying to play off the effect his words had on me.

"Who said I did anything at all?"

"I know you don't do anything  at all. You're a mean son of a bitch who is too afraid to be touched." I yelled.

He mutely starred at me and then left. I cursed and followed him as best as I could. My hair was soaked again but I couldn't care less. I went into the bathroom and took a warm shower since it was close to 4 in the morning and I would probably take an afternoon nap. The wind howled outside and the trees snapped under the force. Feeling guilty about what I said I decided to cook for us later. For now, pancakes and Orange juice will suffice for breakfast. I made them and set the table.

When he came out in his bare towel, I almost choked on my juice. His hair was dripping water and his eyes were cold. The water droplets fell down his ripped body beckoning for me to run my tongue all over his body.
The fire in the hearth crackled and snapped my attention back to reality.
I cleared my throat and looked down. I could have sworn I saw the stone face fool smirk.
I gestured to breakfast and continued with mine.
He ignored me and came around to my chair and stood behind me. My throat suddenly went dry and heat flooded me. In the pit of my stomach I felt a low rumble. He was too close and I could feel myself getting warmer and warmer.

He finally spoke and touched me.

His hand ran down the side of my face and dropped to my cleavage in my tank top. His fingers skimmed the top of my breast and stilled suddenly.

"I'm not afraid of touch. I'm just cautious of who I let touch me sweetheart." He said slowly and then disappeared back into the bedroom with his breakfast, slamming the door behind him.

The breath I didn't know I was holding whooshed out.
Dear God. This week was looking more complicated.