Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Disoriented and naked, I grabbed the blanket that was on the floor, wrapped it around me, and headed for the window. It was so cold. Goosebumps decorated my flesh. I had to think, but couldn’t until I got warmer.
I didn’t keep that window open. Maybe it blew open.
Something made me look back at the door. Maybe it was a sound. Perhaps it had something to do with all the chairs and lamps stacked up in front of it.
What the fuck?
And then my memory of last night hit me.
Oh no.
I was scared. Terrified. My sculptures had come alive and although they didn’t try to kill me, I wasn’t a fan of supernatural ice creatures. I was a regular sort of girl. I went to bed at nine in the evening on the dot. I didn’t have wine unless on holidays or Fridays. I didn’t have adventures or solve mysteries, I saved those experiences for my favorite books and movies.
But, last night had rocked my world.
I went back to dealing with my window and paused.
Wait a minute. If I barricaded the door, then I definitely locked the window.
My body froze.
My heart boomed.
Somehow, they got in.
And then the dream came back to me. The snowman was in my dream and had even told me that I was asleep.
Did he come into my bedroom and somehow get into my dream? Is that why snow was all over me when I woke up?
I thought back to my dream that wasn’t scary at all. In fact, it was probably one of the most sexy and magical ones I’d ever had. No longer frozen in shock, my body warmed with lust.
My dream played out in my head.
We’d made music with our bodies all night—in the clouds and on the tops of trees, down on the ground and between snowy hills where Santa stopped his orgy with the mermaids to watch Remy pound me from behind. I even rode Remy on the roof, bouncing up and down, my breasts jiggled, and his hands clasped tight on my hips.
When we finally finished, we lowered to the ground and laid on a pile of pillows and blankets. Snow continued to fall around us, but it didn’t freeze me. Next to him, I remained warm and safe.
And then I woke up, and snow covered me?
More snow and cold wind blew into my bedroom. I hurried over there and then paused at the center of the opening. Remy stood right in front of my window with crimson red roses stuck in his closed fists.
Full bloomed roses in winter? Wait. Why am I questioning the roses when I should be wondering about the freaking snowman?
And then the wind whispered, “Faith.”
I just stood there. I couldn’t think of anything else to do. What did one do when a snowman came alive, snuck into their bedroom, fucked them in a dream, and then stood before their open window like Romeo did to Juliet?
What did one do when the wind whispered names?
“Sweet Faith.”
I clearly needed a book that dealt with being courted by an ice sculpture.
I poked my head out the window. Snow landed on my face. I looked at the rest of the yard. The mermaids had passed out over on the right of the house. Santa lay between them. And just like the dream, he was completely recovered from my melting him.
Okay. My torching him didn’t do anything? That doesn’t make me feel jolly, at all.
I looked back at Remy, my twisted, bedroom burgling snowman. “I have no idea what is going on. Either I’m fucking going crazy or. . .”
Remy remained solid and unmoving.
“Oh, never mind. I’m talking to a snowman, so I am crazy. There’s no other evidence needed.” I shut the window, then opened it back, and stuck my head out. “Mr. Snowman. I mean. . .Remy. I don’t know if you’re evil or not, but thanks for not. . .killing me. . .and thanks for the roses. . .I guess and. . .okay. I don’t know what else to say. Was the sex real? Oh, God. Why am I talking to you?”
I closed the window. “What do I do? What do I do? Either this is real or I need help. Either one of those options are not good ones. Okay.”
I paced back and forth. “Okay. Just breathe. Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. I will get through this. Oprah always says that when you’re faced with a hard problem, just think to yourself, what is the next move.”
But has Oprah ever dealt with a horny snowman?!
I took my time taking chairs away from the door. “Option one, there are no living snow creatures. I’m crazy. I’m imagining this all in my head. Maybe I’m even moving things around and forgetting it. It could be like those movies where the woman sees a dead body and she’s all scared the whole time, thinking the killer is chasing her but then at the end of the movie, she realizes that she is the killer and she forgot it all.”