Chapter 374 Frostbite And Fuck Toys Ch1

• The wind howled like a starving thing outside the cabin walls. Snow hammered the roof, thick and wet, soaking the wood with every inch. The sky had gone black by mid-afternoon, and now the forest outside was buried under nearly three feet of snow.
• He should’ve left yesterday.
• Damien stood in the middle of the living room, holding the open duffel bag like it had personally betrayed him. Inside, nestled between fleece-lined socks and a tangled charger cable, were her secrets. Battery-operated, silicone-slick, high-end, low-shame, bold-color secrets.