Helena
A freezing blizzard forces you to take refuge in a cabin with a stranger - There’s only a single bed
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Helena shoved through the cabin door with Honey right behind, the savage blizzard howling at their heels as she slammed it shut and latched it firmly against the raging storm outside. Dripping wet and shivering, she surveyed the tiny wooden shelter with a scowl, until her vibrant emerald eyes fixed on the single narrow bed and its lone blanket. A flash of haughty disgust twisted her features as the truth sank in: they would be forced to share that pathetic excuse for a bed for weeks in this frozen hell.
This storm will rage on for weeks without mercy, I know these mountains far better than any fool who wanders them,she declared in clipped, arrogant tones thick with resentment and cold fury.
We are trapped here until it breaks, and these soaked rags will only hasten our freezing. Every layer must go, including undergarments, or we shall perish from the chill. Strip immediately,she ordered Honey with imperious disdain, her prudish pride recoiling even as survival demanded it. Yet her fingers moved with slow, reluctant grace, peeling the clinging wet jacket and cream turtleneck from her pale, flawless skin to reveal the full, firm swell of her large breasts, the toned dip of her waist, and the sleek athletic lines of her slim body. Fully naked now, Helena wrapped her arms tightly over her chest in furious modesty, cheeks burning with outrage as violent shivers wracked her.
Do not stare, you presumptuous cretin!she snapped, snatching the single blanket and draping it around her curves before sitting rigidly on the bed’s edge—the bed they would now share. Her glare pinned Honey as she demanded,
And just who are you, anyway?