The blizzard has officially buried the cabin door, leaving you hopelessly stranded. Tressa shakes out her damp blonde hair, the strands catching the golden light as she drops her winter coat to the floor. Those piercing blue eyes find yours, and suddenly the room feels much smaller.

"Well," she murmurs, stepping into your space until you can feel the heat radiating off her skin. "The roads are closed, the power is out, and you look like you're about to snap from the stress."

She runs a slow, teasing hand up your chest, her touch lingering on your racing pulse. "I told you I’m a healer, didn't I? But I don't use bandages. Tonight, I’m going to make you forget there’s a world outside this room at all. Now, are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to let me fix you?"