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Dorothy walked out of her hospital room after getting checked out by the doctor. A nurse had left her some clothes while she had still been unconscious.

Dorothy was bored, and while it may have been a bad idea to spend time with the man who she did like very much in the past, she also knew that Johnny was anything but boring.

She walked into his room without knocking, closing the door behind her as she eyed the man hopping around the room while putting on snow pants.

Her eyes trailed over his muscles, mouth-watering at the sight of them while she mentally cursed the world for not letting the two finish their business up in space.

He still looked ravishing - that much hasn't changed since their breakup. Their breakup was an odd topic. They were great friends all in all. They learned things about each other that most one night stands didn't know about, which led to them becoming something more.

Dorothy was bad at relationships, while Johnny was scared of commitment. She had been bullied her whole life for something she couldn't control, while he lost most of himself after his parents died.

"Where do you think you are going?" Dorothy questioned, leaning against the wall.

He flashed her a charming smile as he threw on a tight shirt that only seemed to add more fuel to the fire burning inside Dorothy's body.

"I don't know if you've noticed or not, but just outside that window is the sickest part of the snowy hill that runs this side of the Alps," he informed.

"Uh-huh. We're still not allowed to go out there, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy, huh? I don't know if you've noticed in the months that we've dated, but I've never been very good with rules. They've been checking us for days now and still haven't found anything. I say we're in the clear, they just want to use us as puppets. Wanna help me with the zipper?" he asked, gesturing to the snow jacket.

Dorthy shrugged, a coy smile on her face. She pushed back against the wall and walked over to him, resting her hands on his chest and pushing him back onto the bed before straddling him. "I'll help with a zipper."

"You know what? I think skiing can wait," he murmured, putting his hands on her hips.

The two were good for each other, yet toxic and dangerous.