Snowed in with the Enemy

Signal Return

❄ Camille ❄

I woke up warm and naked, still pressed against Sebastian. For a second, I didn’t move. His arm was around my waist, holding me in place, and the memory of what happened hit me. The touch of our bodies pressing together. The heat and urgent desire for ecstasy. I closed my eyes as I remembered the way he had touched me. The way he had brought me to orgasm. And of course, the way I had touched him. The way I had stroked his hard c**k until he had ejaculated. I blushed as I remembered every second. I swallowed hard as I slowly opened my eyes. I should have been disgusted. I should have been angry. But all I felt was this strange, confusing feeling. Almost like my body hadn’t gotten the message that Sebastian and I were enemies. I admitted to myself that I had always found him attractive. Sebastian Pierce looked like trouble even fully dressed. Shirtless had been worse. Naked had been too much. But his body wasn’t why we clashed.

It was his words.

From day one, Sebastian has been an enemy. It was, and always has been, clear that our personalities clashed. Sebastian shifted in his sleep, pulling me closer with a soft sound in his throat. My stomach flipped, and I carefully untangled his arm from my waist. He didn’t wake as he continued to sleep. His breathing was slow and steady. I climbed off him, and my bare feet was silent on the carpet as I hurriedly reached for my clothes. I got dressed despite the way my fingers trembled as I tugged the fabric over my skin. It was as if I could somehow erase what had happened by putting on some clothes. But last night would be permanently etched into my brain. I glanced at him, and for a moment, I couldn’t help but notice how young he looked. He looked much younger than his thirty-two years. I forced myself to turn away as my bladder screamed at me. But as I hurried down the corridor, I realized something, and I came to an abrupt halt.

The lights were on.

They weren’t flickering. They were on. Steady and bright enough to make my eyes sting. The heater vent breathed a faint stream of air. It wasn’t quite warm, but it was on and working. The power was back on. I forgot all about needing the bathroom and hurried back to the lounge. I grabbed my phone from the small side table and powered it back on. The screen lit up, and I held my breath as I stared at the top right-hand corner.

One bar appeared and then another. A second later, I had a full signal.

The relief hit me so hard that my knees went weak. I didn’t waste another second as I called Lucinda. When it started to ring, I started my way back toward the bathroom. I still needed to pee.

“Cam?” Lucinda’s voice came through, sharp with worry. “Where the hell have you been? I have been calling and calling,”

“s**t, Lucy,” I said as I pushed open the door. “We got trapped at the office...the storm...the doors got snowed in,” I explained.

“Wait, what?”

“Sebastian and I were working late the other night, and when we wanted to leave, we couldn’t. The power just came back, and I finally have a signal. Please...we need help getting out,”

“Are you hurt? And did you say, Sebastian? As in Sebastian the prick from hell?”

“No, I’m fine, and yes, that Sebastian,”

“Holy f*****g hell,”

“Right...so...help?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” she said, and I could hear her moving around. “The storm eased sometime this morning, so I know they are out in full force...but I will contact someone and ask them to get over to...shit, Cam, are you sure you are ok?”

“Hungry, cold, and in desperate need of comfort,” I replied.

“Right, ok...I’m on it,” she said before she hung up. I quickly used the toilet before I washed my hands and hurried back to the lounge to wake up Sebastian.

“Sebastian!” I exclaimed as I roughly grabbed his shoulder and shook him. He stirred as he blinked against the bright lights. His gaze found mine, and then his eyes dropped to my fully clothed body. Heat flooded my cheeks.

“Why are you dressed?” he asked groggily.

“Sebastian, the power...it’s back,” he sat up so fast that the blanket fell away, revealing his firm chest and muscular arms. I shook my head to clear my mind of the dirty thoughts that threatened to remind me of what we shared last night.

“We should call Margaret.”

“I called Lucinda,” I admitted, and his eyes snapped to mine.

“Your sister,”

“She is sending help,” I continued, as I forced my voice to remain steady. “I explained it to her, and she is sending help,” his expression tightened, almost as if he was disappointed, before he sighed in relief.

“Good,” the silence that followed was awkward. It wasn’t the kind of silence that existed between enemies. It was the kind of awkwardness after having a one-night stand. “The storm has passed,”

“Yeah,” I whispered as my stomach clenched. “Listen...Sebastian...about what happened…” my voice trailed off as I forced myself to sit down. His grip tightened on the blanket, and I realized he was still naked.

“We really don’t have to talk about it,”

“Yeah, but shouldn’t we?”

“It was survival,” he muttered as his gaze met mine. “Nothing more,”

“Right,” I softly agreed. But suddenly the warmth, the darkness, and the desperate choices didn’t feel like ours anymore. It just felt like now we were faced with the consequences of our actions, and I wasn’t even sure what that meant. “Um…”

“We don’t have to talk about it, Camille. We...were trapped and we had to do what we had to do to survive. Period. End of story,” the tone of his voice left no room for argument, and normally, I would have argued. But right now, all I wanted was a hot bath, a plate of food, and my bed. I could face the reality of what happened between us another day.

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