All night the wind howls, but inside the room in Bear Mountain Lodge all is warm and cozy. In the morning, Jamie awakens late, mind and body rested, full of well-being and Andrew’s cum. She gets out of bed and pads to the frost-covered window, scrapes clear a small patch of the sun-brightened crystals, and looks out. Drifts of pure white cover everything. Some ten feet from the window sits a small bunny, huddled into itself. Jamie watches it, trying to detect its breath, its shiver.

Andrew’s touch at her shoulders startles her. She can feel his cock brush her bare bottom. His lips nuzzle her neck just below her ear. “What are you up to?” he whispers.