Getting trapped on a mountain, snowed-in for a three-day blizzard, wasn't exactly planned. But at least my guide is good company.

There's a connection between us. A bond.

We have undeniable chemistry.

But we both consider ourselves straight.

That's where our similarities end though. In almost every other way, we're opposites—I'm a pro-snowboarder, he's a paramedic. I'm the relationship guy. He's a player. He wants casual, no strings.

I… don't.

He's not good for me, but I can't seem to stay away.