Black Velvet

Three near strangers, but only one bed.
Two feet of freshly fallen snow.
One obvious way to stay warm.

Determined to rebound my way out of a broken heart after my best friend marries the girl of his dreams, I resort to an age old method of distraction. Go out. Get drunk. Get laid. Which is how I end up charming my way into the pants of my straight—questioning?—soon to be new co-star, Jasper Frost.

Holed up in a secluded one-bed cottage for the purposes of learning our lines, things are looking cosy, until she shows up—his dream girlfriend—in our bath-tub and threatens everything.

And then we get snowed in.