Chalet

short lil fluffy blurbs about a non-specified boy who likes to cuddle, although I did have a couple of certain hockey boys in mind while writing. I think I name-dropped Andre Burakovsky at least once, but the love interest is not named. The couple is spending some time over winter break at a ski chalet and indulging in lots of hot chocolate, cuddles, and plenty more that I will be adding on (gingerbread house making? snowball fights? snowmen building? sledding? pond hockey? we shall see).

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"It's already two in the morning once time finally catches up with me. My ass is borderline freezing, and so is every single finger and toe even though I wore two pairs of gloves and three pairs of socks. Shivering, I pull myself to my feet, exhaling once which creates a billowing white cloud in front of my face. When it clears, I hold onto the view ahead of me for just one more moment. Mountains, dark blue under the night sky, dusted with white snow that glows with the light of the stars and moon. The world seems so quiet that I can almost forget that this, right here, isn't the entire world. It's just a tiny piece of it."