Let It Snow
When the snow piles up, at least you have an excuse to stay late...
"I don't think you can leave anytime soon, Alyson," Michael smirked, "the snow is nearly covering my door." "But I need to get home!" I protested. My boyfriend walked over to me from the window and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Baby, it's cold outside," he murmured, lightly kissing my neck. "My dad will be worried, and it's Christmas Eve, and I need to visit my grandma!" I whined. His kisses raised goosebumps all aro...