Page 16 of Test Me

The measly little ball practically stopped to get gas on its way through the air. It landed harmlessly at my feet and I scrambled to make another snowball as Logan did the same.

I pelted him again, this time square in the chest, and his return volley once again poofed on the ground. “I thought you lived in Rhode Island for a while? Did you not learn how to make a snowball?”

“I told you I’m not a fan of snow!”

Apparently deciding he’d been left with no recourse, Logan launched himself at me, scooping up handfuls of snow as he came, and dousing me. I windmilled under the onslaught, trying to get a grip on him and lost my balance, sending us both careening toward the ground. Logan landed half on top of me, his head smacking my shoulder as we went down.

“Oof. Shit. Ow. That was your head.”

“It was my head, I’m okay, though,” he confirmed, rolling onto his back and staring up at the snowflakes swirling through the air as I panted.

I did the same. “Damn, that’s a pretty cool view, huh?”

“Could use some Enya,” he commented wryly, making me chuckle.

Logan twisted to stare at me as I began flapping my arms in the snow. “Snow angels, really?”

I grinned shamelessly. “Who taught you to hate fun? Seriously? Whose ass needs kicking?” I grabbed his wrist. “Make a snow angel.”

Logan pulled away obstinately. “I’m not making a snow angel. I’m still trying to get my lungs to remember how to breathe.”

“Make the damn snow angel or I’ll make you.”

9

LOGAN

Oh, fuck me, that definitely should not have sounded so hot. We were talking about snow angels for god’s sake. But when I stubbornly made no progress toward a snow angel, Josh rolled abruptly on top of me, thighs cinching my ribcage. The air in my lungs left in a rush all over again, but this time for a completely different reason. His weight on top of me was so solid, firm and sure, and…oh god, I was going to pop a boner. I wriggled beneath him trying to get free, or at least reposition so he couldn’t feel my burgeoning erection.

“Fuck you, Josh, let me go.” I bucked my hips, then immediately regretted it. It didn’t help the impending boner at all.

“Snow. Angel.” Josh reached to either side of me, seizing my wrists and dragging my arms up and down in the snow as I shifted gears from trying to prevent a boner to trying not to come. Okay, maybe that was hyperbole, but the way he had me pinned was killing me. I couldn’t help but imagine that same tight hold on my cock.

After a few more up and down drags of my arms, Josh let me go, breath coming hard as he rested his hands on his thighs. Thechill of the snow beneath me seeped into my back, juxtaposed against the immense heat of him pressing against my groin.

He aimed a wild, flushed-cheek grin down on me that melted the chill running up my spine. “Was that so hard?”

Iwas so, so hard, but I shook my head dazedly and then, before I could register what I was doing, shot a hand up and grabbed him by the collar, yanking his mouth to mine.

Our lips crashed violently together, teeth clacking and then… then everything mellowed. Like the heat radiating through me, the kiss itself melted between us into slow, liquid warmth as his mouth moved over mine, his tongue caressing the tip of mine and then delving inside. Sensual and focused, not at all like the raucous mess we’d been moments ago. I let out an embarrassingly loud groan as the erotic strength of that kiss permeated my body, saturated my balls, and made my dick strain against the fly of my jeans.

It lasted ten impossibly long, impossibly blissful seconds, and then Josh tore his mouth away and stared down at me intently, the confusion in his eyes unmistakable.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

I shook my head. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I flailed in the snow trying to get upright. I’d ruined everything. “It’s not you, it’s the snow, and the atmosphere and…” I gestured again. “Sorry.”

Josh stared at me for a moment longer, brows flickering together before he exhaled a light chuckle. “Okay. Great. Just what I wanted to hear.”

He slid off of me, the cold air immediately rushing to fill the space he’d occupied and leaving me with a hollow sense of regret. Picking up his backpack, he stood, extending his hand, and I yanked myself upright, dusting snow off of my jacket once I was standing.

I didn’t know what to say, and Josh was still looking at me funny.

He stared at me a beat longer, then hitched his backpack higher on his shoulder. “Okay, so I guess I’ll see you next week. Bye.”

He turned and started walking off, leaving me wondering if he was still as confused as I was or if he just wanted to get away. I glanced down at my snow angel, and then his. His looked like a pterodactyl.

“Hey!” I called out after him, and he stopped, but didn’t turn around. Maybe thinking he was going to be pelted with a snowball? I wasn’t sure. “There’s a fireplace at my house. I mean, it’s notmyhouse, but the one I live in with a bunch of roomies? There are fireplaces there,” I babbled. “One in the living room and—” God, I needed to remember to breathe. I didn’t even know what I was doing inviting him back to my house. I just knew that I needed more time to figure out the awkwardness between us and somehow make things copacetic again.