#Chapter 22 Snowed In

I shivered as darkness closed in around us. Snow fell down softly, making me wish I had worn a heavier coat. I silently cursed my Honda Civic for still not starting. I watched check the coolant levels by the combined light of his flashlight and the headlights of his Aston Martin. With him bending over the engine to dip the stick, I got a good look at his toned ass, almost making my knees buckle in desire. “All right, that should be enough coolant,” Andrew said as he finished pouring the liquid into the radiator. “Why don’t you hop in and give it another go?” I was thankful when my legs didn’t wobble as I rushed inside the car. Shaking from the cold, I put the keys in the ignition and turned them. I let out a sigh of relief as the engine turned over without overheating. “Thank the goddess!” Andrew exclaimed as he slammed the hood down. He put his tools and coolant back in the trunk of his Aston Martin. I walked up behind him, unsure of how to approach him after our near-kiss.