When I arrive at my remote vacation cottage,
I don’t expect to find a hot Scotsman in my bed.
I also don’t plan on being snowed in with him.
He says I have the wrong address,
That the cottage is his.
But I think there’s another story.
Meanwhile, we’re stuck,
Running out of clothes and sharing body heat.
It’s a good thing we get along like a house on fire.
Sparks flying. Fingers burned.
We’re hot for each other now, but when the snow melts,
Will we find out we’re just too different to make this work?
