Better Than the Beach

What’s better than a sunny beach vacation for my winter break?
Maybe being snowed in with a gorgeous stranger….
Let’s go to the beach for winter break, my sorority sisters said.
It will be a blast, they said.
Sand, salt water, hot surfers,
and the perfect setting for losing my v-card.
What more could I want for the holidays?
Well.
Nobody considered the chance for a winter storm grounding all flights, changing my layover from hours to days.
No one thought about how that winter storm canceling all flights at the holidays would mean no hotel vacancies, leaving me utterly stranded.
And certainly nobody foresaw the kind airport bartender who took pity on me, offering me a room in her quirky, mischievous grandmother’s charming bed and breakfast.
No one knew there would be a sudden, unexpected visit from a gorgeous older man.
No one predicted the chemistry I’d feel between us.
The heat he’d create. The magic of it all.
No one considered any of this.
Especially not me.
Come to the beach for winter break, they said.
It will be so much fun, they said.
But…
I’m starting to think that being snowed in with Professor Nolan Montrose might end up being better than the beach.