Snow flutters down from the sky to the ground. Winter frosting up the French windows of this villa Zayne and you were situated in. Being snowed in was not the ideal situation to be in during this vacation.

Zayne and you haven’t been been able to see each other for two months. And it was the longest you two have ever been separated. With work on both ends keeping you two busy, seeing each other was literally impossible. Until this vacation. You two managed to get some time off together and fly off to somewhere but getting snowed in wasn’t part of the plan.

Being cooped up and haven’t being able to see you for so, so long, Zayne was desperate. Hungry. Starving. Despite being in the state he was in, his mind was clouded with work. He even brought his reports to this vacation. Worrying about the next surgeries and consultations he’d give his patients. You on the other hand, tried to prod him to relax.

Relax.

Preventing him from getting to his reports on the table, you stood your ground in your short dress with off-shoulders ribbon sleeves meant for the dinner date. The hunger that stirred in Zayne was unlike any other he had before. Pulling you into a heated and desperate kiss, you stumbled in your black pump heels. Frustratedly, he takes off his spectacles that blocked access to your candied lips. You’ve never seen Zayne like this before, going feral. Out of line. His line.

“I’ll admit there’s something undeniably addictive about stepping out of line..” He whispers breathlessly in the kiss.