This week’s teaser is from the very lovely Lisa Worrall for her new book, What’s The Worst That could Happen.
“Something along the lines of a long, romantic Valentine’s weekend, just the two of us… a cabin in the mountains… an open fire… you and me… naked… watching the flames flicker while wrapped in each other’s arms… drinking champagne from crystal glasses—”
“You hate champagne.”
“Okay, hot chocolate from cracked mugs,” he grinned. “But with the little marshmallows, just the way you like it.” He sing-songed the last bit.
I nibbled at my lower lip. Time away together sounded perfect, but the idea of being stuck in the ass-end of nowhere listening to each other breathe for four days, is mind-numbingly boring. I’m a city boy. I need bars, restaurants and people. But I need him, too and he loves all that outdoorsy shit. Hell, his entire family loves it. Their idea of heaven is putting up a tent and making a campfire out of two twigs and a piece of string. My family’s idea of a vacation is much more civilized, involving a beach in the Mediterranean with a book in one hand and a Mai Tai in the other.