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like a curtain revealing her in full glory. She was gorgeous. If perfection was possible, she was it as far as I was concerned. Her eyes now grew brighter against her flawless caramel skin. Her lips looked as if they were drawn by some renaissance master, and I was right, she was smiling. Her hair perfectly caressed her face and neck and echoed her body in its gentle curves. Even the bulkiest of winter wear couldn't muffle her inescapably gorgeous figure. Beyond any kind of typical lust I'd feel upon such a sight, there was something more innocently drawing about her. I couldn't quite grasp what it was, but instantly, I felt as if I was being pulled towards her, like I just had to be near her. A light gust of wind gracefully blew a few strands of her long dark hair in front of her face. She looked up playfully, puckered her miraculously unchapped lips, and blew the hair to the side. She disappeared behind a white cloud of chilled breath for a moment before it dissipated in the cold winter air.

"Are you ready?" She said with a giggle.

"Ready for what?" The words escaped my mouth in a half whisper half mumble. Half due to the fact that most my mental capacity was still being used to figure out how a girl who looked like this would even give me a second glance, and half because the cold had sent my lips into slow motion mode.

"Just trust me." She said. I didn't know where to begin. I didn't even know her name. I don't trust anybody, let alone strange women who hang out in the middle of nowhere during blizzards. I still didn't even know where I was, did she? Is she the reason I'm here? Why the hell did she bring me here? How does she know me? I opened my mouth a few times, but couldn't decide what to even say to her. I had so many questions and so many things were wrong with her demand. Before I could choose where to begin, she took my hand and pulled me along. Sure, I could have resisted, she couldn't have been more than a hundred pounds, but something wouldn't let me. Despite every reason I had to question what was happening, as soon as I felt her touch, I couldn't have said a thing.

We started off just walking. I blocked out the snow and the cold and focused completely on her. I ignored the weight of the snow on my shoes as my feet just seemed to move for her. Her hair bounced and danced in the wind. Every few steps, she would shake the hair from her face and I'd catch a glimpse of her eyes as she turned her head. I was mesmerized. I'm not even sure how far we

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