If it were up to Thea, they wouldn't have left the bedroom for anything more than to eat and use the restroom for the rest of the day; hell, maybe even the whole weekend. Miguel, however, was quite insistent that they leave the cabin. So, she put on the clothes he set out for her and they walked down the stairs.
Whatever confusion she felt about why he was so determined to go outside on their first getaway together was quickly swept away as he opened the door. There on the ground, as far as the eye could see, was snow. At least an inch of powder covered the ground and to a born and raised Californian like Thea, it was pure magic. She made a small strangled noise in her throat and immediately bolted down the steps. Without the slightest hesitation, she flopped down on the first patch of pe
