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Josie
What was supposed to be a quick stop in Timber Forge to visit my best friend on my way home for Christmas turns into being stranded on a snowy mountain pass—with no help in sight. Until headlights cut through the storm.
Quiet, steady, and built like a tree, Jasper offers me shelter. Now I’m snowed in, wrapped in his flannel in front of the fire, trying not to imagine what else might warm me up.
As the storm rages outside, each laugh and stolen glance makes my pulse race—and leaves me wondering if some things—like Jasper—are worth staying for.
Jasper
High above Timber Forge, my family’s cabin on the ridge has been my refuge—a place to escape loss, disappointment, and the noise of the world. I’ve built my life around quiet routines and the safety of solitude, convinced I don’t need anyone.
Then Josie shows up, stranded in the storm, full of light and laughter, and determined to bring back Christmas. She’s thawing my defenses one smile at a time, making me wonder if it’s possible to hope again.
Every second I spend with her makes it harder to imagine letting her go. I remember the silence before her—and I’m not sure I want to live in it again.
Josie
What was supposed to be a quick stop in Timber Forge to visit my best friend on my way home for Christmas turns into being stranded on a snowy mountain pass—with no help in sight. Until headlights cut through the storm.
Quiet, steady, and built like a tree, Jasper offers me shelter. Now I’m snowed in, wrapped in his flannel in front of the fire, trying not to imagine what else might warm me up.
As the storm rages outside, each laugh and stolen glance makes my pulse race—and leaves me wondering if some things—like Jasper—are worth staying for.
Jasper
High above Timber Forge, my family’s cabin on the ridge has been my refuge—a place to escape loss, disappointment, and the noise of the world. I’ve built my life around quiet routines and the safety of solitude, convinced I don’t need anyone.
Then Josie shows up, stranded in the storm, full of light and laughter, and determined to bring back Christmas. She’s thawing my defenses one smile at a time, making me wonder if it’s possible to hope again.
Every second I spend with her makes it harder to imagine letting her go. I remember the silence before her—and I’m not sure I want to live in it again.