Love in a Snowstorm

A Contemporary Romance

Chapter 1: Stranded with a Stranger

The snowstorm wasn’t supposed to be this bad.

Emma had planned a quiet weekend getaway—just her, a good book, and a cozy cabin in Vermont.

But instead—

She was stranded at a gas station, watching the snow bury the roads, with a total stranger.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for a while,” the man beside her muttered.

She turned, meeting warm brown eyes and an easy grin.

“I’m Jake.”

Emma sighed, hugging her coat tighter.

Perfect.

Chapter 2: A Shelter for Two

With the roads closed, the gas station owner directed them to a nearby lodge.

Only one room was available.

One bed.

Emma groaned. “This is straight out of a rom-com.”

Jake smirked. “Except I snore.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile forming.

Maybe being stuck with a stranger wasn’t the worst thing.

Chapter 3: Warmth in the Cold

The power flickered out.

Great.

Now they had only a fireplace for warmth.

Jake pulled out a deck of cards. “Ever played twenty questions?”

She scoffed. “That’s a game for kids.”

But an hour later, she knew—

His favorite color was navy blue.
He had two sisters.
He once broke his arm trying to impress a girl in high school.

And when he looked at her—

She felt warm, despite the storm raging outside.

Chapter 4: A Kiss in the Dark

The wind howled, shaking the windows.

Emma shivered.

Jake sighed, moving closer. “Come here.”

She hesitated—then let him wrap an arm around her.

His touch was steady, comforting.

Her heart pounded.

“Tomorrow, the roads will clear,” she whispered.

He nodded. “And you’ll go back to your life.”

A silence stretched.

And then—

He leaned in.

And kissed her.

Chapter 5: A Love That Didn’t Melt Away

By morning, the storm had passed.

Emma stared at the road, now clear of snow.

Jake stood beside her.

“So, I guess this is it?” she asked softly.

But then—

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone.

“Not if you give me your number.”

Her chest tightened—in the best way.

She took his phone, grinning.

And as she typed her number, she knew—

This wasn’t just a moment.

It was the beginning.

THE END.