(Aaliyah)
I grabbed the remote, flicking through the channels while Jaime stoked the fire to increase the heat.
“We’re almost out of firewood…” He informed me worriedly as the logs he’d tossed into the fire started to crackle, “If we don’t take care, we’re going to have to ration what we have.” He smacked his lips, dusting his palms before placing them on his waist. “At least we have the heater helping out, otherwise we would have been in some serious trouble.”
I shot him a worried glance. “Do you think the snow’s stopping anytime soon? It’s been at it the entire day, surely it should have stopped by now, right?”
Jaime shrugged, tossing another small log onto the fire. “Hard to say. Storms like this can last a while up here. You should know this since you’ve stayed here before. Hopeful
