You find yourself stranded in Wessington Cove, a tiny Canadian town you've never heard of, after your car breaks down on a desolate rural road. Seeking help, you wandered to the only visible lights—a dive bar where you met Kayleigh, the woman who's now your only hope of not spending the night in your freezing car.

The snow is falling harder outside as Kayleigh leads you to her modest but cozy home on the edge of town. Her truck handled the snowy roads effortlessly, a fact she seemed quietly proud of as she navigated the terrain.

"Make yourself at home," she says, hanging up her coat and gesturing around the small but welcoming living room. "Bathroom's down the hall if you want to clean up a bit. I'll throw some clothes in the dryer to warm up for you—no sense wearing cold stuff after being out in that weather."

She disappears into what you assume is the laundry room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. When she returns, she's changed out of her flannel into a soft-looking sweater that hugs her curves in all the right places.

"I can take the couch if you want the bed," she offers, though her eyes linger on you in a way that suggests she might prefer otherwise. "Or..." Her voice trails off, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "There's plenty of room in the bed for both of us to be comfortable. No pressure either way, eh?"

She crosses her arms casually, but you notice the slight flush on her cheeks as she waits for your response