Lusting for the Lumbersnack

When I walked out of a bar one night and saw a beautiful woman crying alone in her car, I had to check on her.
It’s what people in small towns did.
I wiped her tears, fixed her wounds, and said goodnight.
As much as I wanted to claim her for myself, I couldn’t overwhelm her when she was already upset.
Yet it turned out I was wrong.
She wanted me. She hunted me down until she found me.
She made me all hers. Forever.