All Chapters of FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

52 Chapters

BLUE EYED KLUTZ

LilyThere’s nothing quite like the quiet after a snowfall.Up here, the world feels suspended in time pine trees draped in white, rooftops sugar-dusted, and the slopes stretching out like a canvas waiting for the first brushstroke. The air is so crisp it stings the tip of my nose, and the snow beneath my skis is perfect fluffy but firm. The kind of snow instructors like me dream of.I carve a slow curve into the hillside, just for the feel of it. My legs know what to do, my body responding like second nature. I’ve skied this mountain since I was old enough to stand, and even now, after years of teaching wobbly tourists and overconfident teenagers, it still feels like home.Until I hear the yell.It cuts through the still morning air like a snapped branch. Sharp. Human.My eyes scan the slope and there he was.A man in a sleek white jacket and glossy helmet is barreling downhill like an out-of-control shopping cart. Arms flailing. Legs bent in all the wrong ways. He’s not skiing. He’s

Last Updated : 2025-08-12

SKIING CLASSES

JAKE I woke up to pain.Not the dramatic, life-flashing-before-your-eyes kind. More like the you tried to ski for twenty minutes and now your calves are filing for divorce kind. Every muscle in my legs screamed, and my spine felt like I had wrestled a pine tree in my sleep and lost.I groaned into the pillow.“You’re a genius” I muttered to myself, rolling over and blinking at the pale morning light pouring in through the chalet’s massive windows. “A billionaire genius. Who can't even stand up on a pair of skis.”I stared at the ceiling for a minute, debating the pros and cons of just hiding in this overpriced cabin for the rest of the week with cocoa, books, and the world’s fastest Wi-Fi.But then I thought about her.Lily.The way she’d laughed when I crashed into that snowbank like a human-shaped disaster. The gentle sarcasm. The braid falling over her shoulder as she turned back to make sure I wasn’t dead.I groaned again but this time for a very different reason.I wasn’t here t

Last Updated : 2025-08-12

BUNNY HILL

JAKEThey call it the bunny hill.Which is ironic, considering I’ve never felt more like a helpless.I was all limbs and fear and a deep, unshakable certainty that I would soon be airborne and not in the majestic Olympic way.Lily stood beside me, radiating calm like she belonged here. Which, of course, she did. She looked at home in the snow, the sky, the breeze. Like someone who was part of the mountain, not just passing through.I, on the other hand, looked like an off-brand action figure in a rental helmet.“Okay, Jake.” Her voice was bright, patient. “We’re going to take it slow. I’m going to walk you through a glide and we’ll practice stopping.”“Stopping” I repeated. “Yes. Vital skill.”She grinned, holding out her poles like a flight attendant about to demonstrate an emergency landing. “Think of it like a pizza. You angle your skis inward like this ” She moved her feet into a perfect wedge. “and the friction helps you stop.”I stared. “Pizza?”“Yup. You’ll never look at peppero

Last Updated : 2025-08-12

THE QUIET

LilyI always loved the quiet just before the afternoon lessons. The air crisp and clean, kids tumbling around on their tiny skis and the hum of the lift in the background like a lullaby of winter. The snow today was soft and powdery.I was sipping the last of my peppermint tea from a dented thermos when I saw him.Jake.Punctual this time, which was a small miracle in itself. He looked well, better geared, for starters. His jacket was sleek black, fitted, and clearly new. Not in a flashy way, but in the “I-don’t-shop-sales-rack” kind of way. His boots actually matched and his helmet didn’t look like it had survived three wars.Still, he carried himself like a man preparing to face his doom.“Hey, disaster” I called out with a grin, sliding my goggles up.He gave me a sheepish smile as he trudged over, skis balanced awkwardly on his shoulder. “I’ll have you know I’m now a seasoned skier. I watched three YouTube videos last night.”“Did they cover falling with flair? Because that’s you

Last Updated : 2025-08-12

EDGE OF GOODBYES

JAKEThe world felt quieter here.Maybe it was the snow, falling in a slow, endless hush as if someone had pressed mute on everything else. Or maybe it was the way Lily walked beside me, her laugh still clinging to the air like the tail end of music. Whatever it was, I wished I could trap it, keep it and live inside it forever.We had just finished another lesson calling it a lesson was generous. She taught, I stumbled, we laughed, and somehow I learned more than I expected. Now, trudging side by side toward the lodge, skis balanced over our shoulders, I felt like I belonged here. And that was dangerous.Because I didn’t.“Hey, disaster” Lily said, grinning as she reached over and shoved something into my chest. My gloves. I hadn’t even realized I’d left them on the bench.“You’re my hero” I said, stuffing them into my jacket pocket. “Imagine the headlines if I’d frozen to death twenty feet from the lodge.”She rolled her eyes. “You’d have been fine. Worst case, I would’ve sledded you

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

COURAGE

LILYThe glow of the laptop screen painted my small living room in soft blue light, contrasting against the crackling fire in the corner. My cabin wasn’t much just hand-me-down furniture, squeaky floorboards and a heater that coughed more than it warmed but it was home. Usually, I loved that about it. Tonight, though, it felt a little too small.I pulled the wool blanket tighter around my shoulders and stared at the application form open on my screen.“Administrative Assistant – Ryland Corporation.”The words looked almost intimidating in bold black font. I’d stumbled across the listing last week when I was at the town’s little library, scrolling through job boards while the kids I taught skiing were warming up by the fire. Normally, I wouldn’t have looked twice at something like that. Big company. Big city. Big expectations. Definitely not Aspenridge material. Definitely not me.But the description had stuck with me: detail-oriented, organized, adaptable. Benefits that sounded like

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

NOTE IN THE SNOW.

LILYThe morning sunlight slanted across the snow like a thousand diamonds scattered across the slopes, dazzling enough to make me squint. Normally, mornings like this put me in a good mood. Perfect ski weather. Crisp, cold air that woke you up better than any cup of coffee.But today, something felt off.I tugged my scarf tighter around my neck as I trudged toward the lodge, skis balanced on my shoulder. My lesson with Jake should’ve started fifteen minutes ago, but the beginner slope was empty. Not a single awkward figure in jacket wobbling around on skis. No shy smile waiting for me as he fumbled with his gloves.I frowned, checking my watch. Maybe he was late. Or maybe knowing him , he’d fallen into a snowbank on his way over.“Morning, Lily!”It was Ben, one of the rental shop guys, sticking his head out the side door. “Hey, someone left something for you.”My brows knit together as I jogged over. “For me?”He held out an envelope, my name scrawled across the front in handwriting

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

LOSING MYSELF

JAKEThe jet cut through the clouds with a low hum, smooth and steady, nothing like the uneven rhythm of my heartbeat.I leaned back in the leather seat, the cabin dim except for the soft glow spilling from the oval windows. Snow still clung to my boots, melting onto the expensive carpet were tiny pieces of Aspenridge I hadn’t bothered to shake off.I told myself I’d left on schedule. That this was the plan all along. A week away. A little anonymity. A few clumsy lessons on skis to remind myself I wasn’t untouchable.But the folded carbon copy of the letter I’d left for Lily sat heavy in my pocket, burning through the fabric of my jacket.It felt cowardly.No , worse. It felt personal.“Mr. Ryland?” My assistant, Henry, poked his head into the cabin, tablet in hand. “We’ll be landing in forty minutes. The board moved your quarterly briefing up to this afternoon. Do you want me to prep the files now?”I gave a short nod. “Send them through.”My voice sounded like mine again, the tone of

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

INTERVIEW

LILYIf my stomach could sprout ski jumps, it had done so the entire bus ride into the city.I’d been up before dawn, bleary-eyed but determined, dragging my little suitcase across the icy sidewalk toward the bus station. My breath puffed clouds in the frosty air, and for a moment I almost turned back. Almost. But then I’d thought about the email, about the words.We would like to invite you for an in-person interview and I knew I couldn’t chicken out.Now, hours later, I sat pressed against the window of the bus, watching as the mountain scenery gave way to steel and glass. The snow-dusted trees and cozy chalets of Aspenridge slowly disappeared, replaced by wide streets and buildings that glittered in the pale winter sun.It felt like stepping out of a snow globe into another universe.The city was loud. Busy. Alive. People hustled along the sidewalks, all dressed in sleek coats and sharp shoes, not a single pair of ski boots in sight. Nobody smiled at strangers. Nobody carried skis o

Last Updated : 2025-08-23

RYLAND ENTERPRISES

LILYThe email felt like a dream I wasn’t supposed to have.We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the role of Assistant Personal Secretary. Please report to Ryland Enterprises headquarters on Monday at 8:00 AM.My mouth had gone dry when I first read it. Then I read it again. And again.By the third time, my pulse was hammering in my ears.I’d actually passed.Me. Lily Carter, ski instructor, small-town girl, more comfortable on snowy slopes than inside glass buildings, had landed a position in one of the city’s most intimidating companies.I laughed out loud in my tiny apartment, startling the kettle into whistling sharply. “I did it!”The sound bounced off the thin walls, and for a moment I spun in a little circle, grinning like a fool.Then, of course, reality came crashing back in. Monday was only two days away.The morning of my first day, my nerves were doing figure-eights in my stomach.I’d laid out my clothes the night before navy slacks, a plain white b

Last Updated : 2025-08-23

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