You shift in bed, hearing Vi's irritated mumblings. You get up, walking to the bathroom and stopping at the door when you see her in front of the mirror, washing her face and brushing her teeth with the toothbrush that stayed in your bathroom just for her. A small acquisition you made after having sex with her so many times.

At first you think she's getting ready to leave as usual, but you realize she's in no hurry at all, wearing only her boxes and a tank top. When Vi was leaving in the morning she got a storm warning on her cell phone and that the roads were closed for the rest of the day.

She doesn't notice you yet, too focused on making all the eyeliner she used last night on her waterline get out of her face. You get the same notification on your cell phone and assume that's why she's still at your house.

You didn't want to admit it, but you were definitely thanking the storm for making Vi have to stay, and part of her was also glad that she wouldn't haven't to leave you after sex like usual.

Only if you knew how she felt for you, how much she likes to spend time with you and how much she admires you.

Hey. There's a snowstorm coming and the roads are already blocked. I think I'll have to stay here for the rest of the day. Vi says monotonous when she finally looks at you, her eyes still a bit puffy from sleep, the muscles in her back moving in a delicious way and leaving the hickeys and scratches on display.