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cab. The white snow fogged her vision, and she relished in it. She loved the snow and never understood how anyone could have a disdain for it. She realized it was a pain to shovel out your driveway and it made roadways slick, but as her mother used to say, “Even the most beautiful rose has thorns.” She truly believed it, and lived by it each and every day; taking the good with the bad was a life lesson far too few learn to accept.
    She spread her arms in a graceful pose, almost like that of an eagle ready to soar through the flurries surrounding her. She wanted to take it all in. It was beautiful. She put her head back and caught the snowflakes in her mouth – something she always loved doing as a child. She let the experience consume her for a moment – but only a moment. Sadly, because of her location in the middle of the sidewalk beside a bustling street, that was all the time she was actually allotted.
    She was literally knocked out of her stupor by a force shoving at her body. People had begun shoving past her on the walkway. She loved the city, but hated how much of a rush everyone always seemed to be in. “Take the good with the bad,” she reminded herself. Marissa took a deep breath and tightened her red pea coat and scarf.
    She kept walking, ignoring the people that surrounded her. She wanted to take in the beauty of the day, and the rude demeanor of city folk wasn’t going to stop her. She smiled as the snowflakes seemed to sparkle like glitter as they fell in front of her eyes. It was as if she were walking inside a chandelier; the crystals entrapped her.
    It was then, though, that she saw it. It was only about two steps in front of her when she finally noticed it. It was as if the snow eased just so that her gaze could befall it. The “For Lease” sign stood out against the retro-style building. It was a small, somewhat run-down shop, but with a lot of unique characteristics. The red and white striped pole beside the door gave indication that it used to be a barber shop, and she smiled; she could only imagine its dapper past.
    She wondered what the inside looked like. The outside was already exuding character from every corner. There were three white brick steps from the sidewalk leading to a vintage wooden French door with extravagant brass door knobs. It was utterly gorgeous. It needed a bit of tender love and care, but Marissa loved fixer-uppers.
    There was a large window beside the striped barber pole. Natural light. Tons of it. She bustled with excitement and moved giddily to pull out the phone from her purse. She dialed the number excitedly, ready to take on her destiny.
    The rest was history, and Preston supported her every inch of the way. A glistening tear fell across the flesh of her cheek, feeling overwhelmed with emotion for her husband. Crumbling up her cleaning rag, she looked around the room. It was because of him that she was able to do this. Biting her lip, she imagined what he was doing today. It was his day off, and she knew he had gone on his morning run. By now, he was likely dripping with sweat, so a shower was likely in his near future.
    Her teeth pierced her lip and she groaned. It had been a long time. The hurricane of emotion swirled within her belly and sent currents down to her sex. She missed his touch and ached for it. She thought about his sculpted body standing beneath the stream of water, the wetness trailing over his pectorals through his abs and downwards... to that V cut he consistently worked on. She moaned. That sexy fucking V. She thought even farther down... an excited twinge began to throb within her.
    She hadn’t felt this excited in a while, and she knew it was possible that this sort of arousal wouldn’t come along again later tonight. She was taking advantage of it. It had been so long since she had him. She wanted more than anything to express the emotions she felt for him. She wanted to express the feelings with her tongue, not only with words, but rather