Cut, shaved, and rubbed smooth, logs lacquered to luster in the light of the fire, stacked and linked at straddle joints, chinked ‘n’ sealed from the snow and cold,  the cabin walls shook as we pounded inside from the icy porch, laughing and tripping over each other coming through the door.

“Oh, my God!” I pant with force, jostling  thick flakes from my hair. “How did we get here?”

Sparse furniture turned the two rigid rocking chairs into hand-carved decor, sitting in a corner full of shadows. Zippers peeling open, cumbersome coats drop off at the door, and rubbing my frigid hands together, I drop to my knees before the warmth of the fire.

Frozen stiff, my face made maleable as warm waves emitted penitrate beneath my skin with a slight sting, “I…can’t…feel my…”

Chase drops to my side, cupping my chin, eyes deep in mine, “Let’s me warm your lips…” Orgasmic is his kiss…

(To You: Busy, everything crazy, money flying, stress bites me, people keep dying…but, you lift me up, love! So, here’s my way of giving you a hug;)

In case you haven’t read the rest of this short story, here’s part one: