He's a stranger.

An unexpected surprise.

A risk I have no choice but to take, thanks to this blizzard.

I shouldn't want him.

But his touch and his kisses...

They're the perfect distraction.

Until this passes, anyway.

My instincts said I'd be fine, but I should have listened to my head.

Things that so easy...so comfortable...so perfect...

Are usually too good to be true.

No matter how potent the rush.