I woke up around ten, with Graham wrapped around me just like he had been yesterday. This time he'd pinned down my arms in his embrace, so I couldn't even get out easily.

        "Graham," I whispered. "Graham, loosen up a little."

        "Hmm?" He was clearly still asleep. Or at least mostly asleep. 

        "Graham," I grunted, pushing on his arm. "I've got to get up. See if we can go home."

        "But you're so warm," he murmured, burying his face in my blonde hair. 

        "Yes, you are too, but think: tonight, we could be back in Denver!"

        He sighed contentedly. "I don't want to go back."

        "What?" I asked, confused. 

        "Just stay here with me," he mumbled, keeping me flush against his body. A few moments later, he was breathing deeply, asleep once again.

        With a sigh, I managed to slip out my left hand. Finally. I grabbed my phone and looked up the latest news. The airport was still shut down, and their hopes of opening tonight had been dashed. The ice underneath the snow was too thick and would take another couple of days to get rid of. Flying home was out of the question for now. 

        What to do in the meantime? We'd talked about laundry, and maybe trying to have some fun. The pool sounded fun, except it would probably be overrun with small children and exhausted parents. Maybe we could sneak away late tonight. 

        I also needed to call my family. It'd been a couple day since I'd talked to them, with the exception of short texts saying that I wouldn't be coming home that day. While I knew my parents missed me, and I missed them back, I dreaded calling Logan. He had to be thinking that Graham and I were delighted to have been trapped in a tiny, one-bed hotel room for days on end with nothing to entertain ourselves but each other. Graham had already had an impressive string of girlfriends, so it made sense that he'd accept my ridiculous approaches and then immediately forget about me. Logan would kill me for thinking I was worthy of his best friend, and I would be cast aside by my entire family. Yippee!

         I needed a distraction, such as the laundry I had intended to do. While I'd spiraled into the depths of despair, Graham had woken up fully and gotten dressed in the bathroom. When he came out, he said, "We should get going on laundry."

         "I was thinking the same thing!" I said brightly. 

         He procured a tote bag fully of dirty clothes and held it out. "Here; throw in your stuff."

         I didn't have much, mostly because I hadn't packed much. It was my little suitcase and me against the world. Graham instantly was suspicious, asking, "Is this everything?"

         "Most of it," I said. Apparently that was the wrong answer.

         "Here, toss it all in," he said with way too much encouragement.

         "No, that's fine, I'll just do the rest later," I said breezily.

         He started pawing through the clothes. "No underwear? Or bras?"

         "Ew, I'm not about to let you wash those," I said, mortified.

         "Why not? It's just clothes. It's not the end of the world if they all go in the same washer."

         I squirmed. "I can just do it on my own. It's fine."

         He gasped dramatically. "Is you underwear super embarrassing? Because I don't care if you wear granny panties."

         It was quite the opposite that was my problem. For this trip, I had packed my most scandalous, lacy pairs of underwear because, once again, NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO SEE THEM! I'm talking hot pink lace, I'm talking sheer white, I'm talking absolutely no way is Graham going to see anything.

        Unfortunately, he took my silence to mean something else. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he asked, "Wait...did you even bring underwear?"

         "Ew! Of course I did! What the heck is wrong with you?" I gagged. 

         "The look on your face was not helping me make educated guesses," he countered. "Just give me your underwear!"

          "No!"

          Graham looked like he wanted to strangle me. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "Okay. Suit yourself waiting in a very long line just to do your unmentionables."

          "Oh, geez, don't call them that," I complained. "It makes me feel a million years old. Like I'm from the nineteenth century."

          "If it were the twenty-first century, you'd just let me throw them all in together," he said, which didn't seem fair.

          "I'm perfectly happy living in the past," I said firmly.

          "Okay. See you in a few hours," he said with a shrug. I was relieved when he was gone, taking the bag with him.

          Deciding to use my alone time wisely, I called Logan. Just to spite me, Nick was with him. I loved my brothers dearly, but sometimes it felt like I was being ganged up on.

          "Sis! How is Seattle?" Logan asked.

          "Cold. Windy. Snowy. Not good at opening airports," I sighed. "It's going to be at least a couple more days. Even then, I don't know if we're actually going to be able to catch a flight. At this point, I'll go anywhere."

          "You could try to drive back," Nick offered.

          "The passes are definitely not going to be clear. Flying is sadly our best shot."

          Logan jumped in again. "Is Graham there? I miss him."

          I rolled my eyes. "More than you miss me? But no, he's out doing our laundry."

         "That's nice of him. Are you guys still getting along okay?"

         This was the first question that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "What? Of course we are. Why wouldn't we be?" I said in a voice that probably wasn't very natural.

         "You sure? Because it sounds like you're not," my brother said doubtfully.

         My answer had come across sounding pretty suspicious. "Sorry. I promise, we're fine. We're just anxious not knowing how long it's going to be," I sighed, laying back on the bed.

         "You guys have enough food?" Nick asked, sounding somewhat distant, like Logan still had the phone.

         "Sort of. The hotel is doing a decent job of providing meals," I said, looking towards the kitchenette. "Graham has a lot of food here in case they run out."

        Nick wasn't satisfied. "What kind of food?"

        Now I had to get up and actually see. "Cereal, protein bars, healthy fruit snacks, a couple boxes of pasta, and oatmeal." Secretly, I really hoped that it wouldn't come down to eating the oatmeal for survival.

         "Hmph. Fine. And you're warm enough?"

         "Yes, the hotel has the heat cranked up," I assured him. In fact, it was so hot that most afternoons, I was wishing I'd packed shorts.

          "Okay," Nick grunted. "Just keep trying the airport. Or if you really want to risk it, drive down to California and try to fly out from there."

          I hadn't considered that. "Are they snowed in?"

          "Nope. Portland is in your situation, but beyond that it's all clear. There aren't any passes closed either," Nick said. "If you and Graham are willing to drive thirteen hours, I'd say look into it."

          It was wonderful advice. I thanked him, already trying to figure out how to convince Graham to do it. Even if we split the driving, it was a long trip. Was Graham a road trip kind of person? I didn't know.

          "How long was Graham planning to stay in Seattle?" Logan asked. "Because we've got team Christmas coming up."

         "I don't know," I admitted, then added, "I don't even know why he's in town."

         There was a long pause, and finally I had to ask, "Logan? You there?"

         "I'm here. I don't know why he's there either."     

         That surprised me. Logan and Graham talked about everything. "What was his reason for taking a couple weeks off then?"

         "He didn't tell any of us why," my brother mused. "All I know is that coach seemed totally cool with it. And he's usually kind of hardcore about not giving time off."

         "Right," I said. Clearly, as usual, Logan would be useless. I don't know why I expect more of him. "Well, I should go. I'm trying to plan something fun since we're losing our minds."

          "Play st-" There was a lot of clattering and mumbling, which usually meant that Nick had tackled him.

          "Don't listen to him, Eve!" Nick grunted. "Good luck finding something fun! Bye!"

          "But I didn't even hear what he said!" I protested, except he had already hung up.

          With a sigh, I reached for the complimentary hotel notepad. I wrote "Fun Ideas" at the top, then stared at it. Apparently I was not a fun person. Feeling inadequate, I wrote Graham's ideas of "pool" and "borrow a board game." Then I added, "pretend house shop online," but then I remembered that Graham could actually afford to buy a multi-million dollar mansion, so I crossed it out. It just wouldn't be as fun.

         "I'm back." I jumped hard, my pen going flying. Graham was standing in the doorway, a bundle of clothes in his arms.

         "So soon?"

         "Apparently everyone else already did their laundry a couple days ago. No line," he said with a shrug, dumping everything on the bed. I quickly found my clothes and shoved them back into the darkness of my tiny suitcase. Graham was much neater, folding everything and putting them in the big dresser. 

        "There's a couple empty drawers if you want them," he offered.

        "I'm okay; thanks." Deciding to change the subject before he could ridicule me for my mess habits, I said, "I didn't really come up with anything fun to do. I like the board game idea, except I don't know who is going to have one."

         "We can try swimming then?" he asked. "I don't think it's busy right now. Of course, I'll say that and then immediately five hundred people show up."

         "Let's do it." I'll bring up the driving to California thing later.