Frozen(33)

I moved Neala off me and groaned in pain. I hissed when I felt an ice-cold pain stab my bare feet. I pushed myself back away from my front door and looked up to see what was cold and painful when it touched me. What I saw caused me to widen my eyes and stare in horror.

"Jesus, Darcy! You didn't have to jump on me- Ohmigod!"

Yeah. Ohmigod.

"Darcy, what is that?" Neala whispered.

I stared at the six-foot tall wall of thick snow in front of me and licked my lips.

I blinked my eyes then swallowed. "It looks like snow, Neala Girl."

Neala gasped, "Does... does this mean what I think it means?"

I groaned as a slight pulsing pain formed in base of my head.

"Yeah, Sherlock, it does," I sighed and looked at my unwelcome houseguest. "We're snowed in."





No.

No. Bloody. Way.

I was not snowed in with Darcy inside his house.

I was not trapped here alone with him.

Just... no!

I scrambled back away from Darcy and the wall of snow and pushed myself to my feet. I turned and ran down the hall and into the living room. I rushed to the window and opened up the blinds and gasped. The snow was built up and completely covered the glass. If the living room lights weren't on, the room would be coated in darkness thanks to the snow blocking out any light from the outside.

"What are you doing?" I heard Darcy ask from behind me.

Trying to find a way out of here.

"The window is blocked up too," I said and turned to face him.

I looked to his hands and growled.

He had the doll box.

"Give that to me," I said.

Darcy rolled his eyes and leaned over and put the doll box on a table next to a lamp. I was momentarily confused, he did what I told him to do but why? I found my answer when I looked at his face and found his eyes almost popping out of his head.

He was about to lose it.

"We can't be trapped in here. No way... check all the windows and doors. There has to be a way out of here!"

I blinked when he took off running down the hall and in the direction of the kitchen. I jumped when I heard him spew out a number of foul curse words. I guessed the kitchen door and windows were blocked with snow, too.

I picked up the doll box and hid it behind the couch then I walked out of the living room and headed down to the dining room. I frowned when I didn't even have go to the window to know it was blocked up with snow as well. The blinds were open, and the snow was pressed against the glass plain as day.

I stared at the glass as my stomach churned.

This could not be happening.

"Please, Jesus, don't do this to me!" Darcy shouted from the kitchen. "Trap me with anyone else but her, please!"

I rolled my eyes.

He was such a dickhead.

I walked out of the dining room and down the hall back into the living room at the same time as Darcy.

"What have I done to deserve this?" he asked me as I sat down on his couch.

I blinked. "You were born."

"I didn't ask to be born," he hissed. "I had no say in the matter!"

I couldn't help it, I laughed.

"You're laughing?" Darcy snapped. "You think us being snowed in together is funny?"

I continued to laugh as I shook my head and said, "No, but if I don't laugh, I'll scream or cry... is that what you want?"

Einstein shouted from the kitchen, "Fuck off, Neala!"

I glared at Darcy.

He winced. "No, I don't want you to scream or cry. Panicking is the last thing we need to do."

I nodded my head. "Exactly, so sit down and shut up. We'll think better in silence."

Surprising, Darcy did as told and sat down on the other end of the couch.

I looked at him, and quickly looked away. "Darcy, put some clothes on.... You'll get sick."

It sounded like I cared about his well being, but I didn't. I just didn't want to stare at his body any longer because he was surprisingly very well built and I was definitely noticing.

Who knew Darcy had a six-pack?

"And a V line," I muttered aloud.

I felt Darcy look at me. "Did you just say something about me V line?"

Shite.

"No," I laughed. "I didn't even notice you had one."

I felt Darcy's smirk as I spoke the white lie, and it irked me.

I hated lying, but what got on my nerves even more at that very moment was that I knew Darcy caught me looking at his body a few times, and I hated myself for it. I both hated that I was caught, and that I looked in the first place.

"I don't know why you're smirking, but knock it off."

Darcy adjusted himself on the couch so he was now turned to face me. "Nah, let's talk about you liking my incredibly ripped body."

Oh, here we go.

"Let's not," I said then snickered. "I wouldn't say you're ripped either."