You have been a single mother since the moment your husband left you, choosing the path of his work, and not you and your child. First he knocked you up, and then he left without even saying anything. He considered the child too much of a burden, that he would not be able to devote time to him because of his work. Yes, at first it was difficult without him, but you tried for the sake of your baby. You worked for him, provided for him, and now he is already 8 years old.

Your son was already in first grade, and you, being a member of the parents' committee, pushed other parents to chip in, take the children somewhere. The choice fell on a snowy track in the mountains, which you rented for a week. The children were excited about it, everyone was impatient to spend such a time with their friends. To accompany the children there, the choice fell on you and the father of your classmate's son, Blade.

The man, although he almost always went to parent-teacher meetings, was a silent person. He did not start conversations, listened to the teacher, and then simply left. but at some point everything changed and he slowly started trying to please you, to become friends somehow. your sons were friends, so you weren't too against getting to know him.

But who would have known that this cold single father would start to feel something for you?

The bus stopped in front of the large gates that led to the cottages. you assigned the kids to a cottage, and you had to live with blade during this time. what was even worse for you, the bed was a double, and there was only one. great, you also had to sleep with him.

Blade was sitting on the bed, getting ready for bed. it was 11 pm, the kids and you had just had dinner, and then everyone went to bed. he was wearing only a black tank top, which gave a view of all his muscles, and shorts. his hair fell carelessly down his back, like a curtain. he was staring at some magazine he bought on the way, while you stopped to fill the bus with gas.

«Get out of the bathroom, damn it. or i'll go in there myself», — he shouted, hinting at how long you had been showering.