The cold air felt like an ice storm against my face.
At first, I was terrified. But fear melted away as the trees slid by and the views became unbelievable. So beautiful that I didn’t realize I had dropped my chin on Christopher’s shoulder, drinking in the view. We ran the side of the mountain that had a river running the length of it. And there, Christopher halted the snowmobile, turning it off before I was ready for our ride to end.
Christopher sat back and immediately, I realized that my front was pressed tight to his back, my arms around his waist. I lifted my head and pulled away. Coming off the back of the snowmobile, Christopher helped me down. His hands lingered on my waist for a few unnecessary seconds before he let go and I didn’t give him lip for it. I was frozen in wonder.
