Falling For The Biker
he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
He finally let go, but I felt my cheeks burn. Rolling my eyes, I headed back to where Mum and Dad sat with Elvis. Elvis got up with a huge bag. “Elvis, what’s that?” I asked.
With a mischievous smile, he reached into the bag and brought a snow ball, tossing it at Arthur. “You want to a snow fight, little rascal?” Arthur asked, already grabbing a handful of snow.
“Snow fights are-”
Before Jackson could finish, a snow ball landed on his face. “Good throw, Uncle Arthur,” Elvis laughed, as they both gave themselves a high five.
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