Page 24 of His Cabin Obsession

In fact, maybe I’ve already fallen.

“We only have a few more days left here,” Aaron says, tucking his nose against the top of my head and planting a kiss there.

His words make me tense up. It’s as if he knows what I was thinking. Only a few more days left before all of this comes to an end, and we probably never see each other again. Why would he want to stay in touch with some overweight, nerdy, random college student who he only met by chance? I close my eyes, not wanting to think about it. “That’s right,” I agree, trying not to let my voice come out as strained as I feel.

“Well, what do you want to do today?” Aaron asks. “You could do some uninterrupted writing if you want – I’ll stay out of your way. Or we could go for a hike, take in some of the views. Just staying around the cabin is fine, too – if you haven’t got anything to read, I could lend you something I brought.”

All of it sounds fine, but not satisfying enough. It’s true that coming to this cabin was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but then again, I did get a full refund. I could try to save the money somehow through college and come back again next summer. I could try to write then. I could hike the forest then. Right now, there’s only one part of this experience which is irreplaceable – something I can’t do anywhere or any time else.

“Is it alright if we just stay in bed?” I ask. Nervously, I let my hand drop down between us, searching for Aaron. I meet the ridges of his abs and move down until I can grab hold of him fully, feeling him stiffen in my hand.

“Perfectly fine with me,” Aaron replies, then shifts until he can cover my mouth with his, kissing me until my toes tingle and I lose all sense of time and place.

Chapter Twenty

Aaron

Four days of glorious, unbridled fucking, with no barriers between us. Four days of doing whatever we wanted to each other, whenever the moment took us.

It turns out I never had to have that conversation with Olivia about not wearing any clothes for the rest of our stay – because we barely left the bedroom enough to put them on. And when we did leave, it was usually to eat – which entailed bringing the food back into the bedroom and then working it off – or to shower in the bathroom, which also ended with a lot of fun under the water.

It’s on our fifth day together, the last day before my stay is supposed to end, that I finally bring it up.

“I’m going to sit outside for a bit,” Olivia says, getting out of bed and rooting around in the drawers for something to wear. “I’ve barely done that this whole stay. I should enjoy the view.”

“Alright, I’ll come sit with you,” I say, jumping out of bed and taking her by the hand. “Leave that. We don’t need to get dressed.”

“What are you talking about?” Olivia gives a half-laugh, confused. “Of course, we need to get dressed. We’re going outside.”

“Outside in this remote and isolated part of the woods, which no one but us even knows exists,” I point out. “We have both of the keys, remember? The customer key and the one the owner is supposed to hold onto. No one else has any reason to come up here.”

“That’s not the point.” Olivia looks sad for some reason, her face downcast and twisted. “I can’t just go sit out there naked.”

I laugh, though the humor of the situation is quickly disappearing. “Why not?”

Olivia lets out a frustrated breath and turns away from me, her face blazing red. “Because look at me. I can’t… I couldn’t ever be naked outside. If someone comes, I… I can’t let them see me. See how big I am.”

I frown. This is new. I had no idea that Olivia was so self-conscious about her weight. Maybe the novelty and the shared excitement of our sex stopped her from thinking about it, but now she definitely is – and it’s not right.

“But you’re beautiful,” I tell her, drawing her towards me when she moves to step away. “Your body is amazing. Perfect.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do,” I say. “I can’t stand those stick thin insects you always see in magazines and on TV. You’re a real woman. Beautiful in every curve of your body. I love it – your hips, your ass. I can’t look at you without wanting to fill my hands with you.”

Olivia darts a confused look my way. “You like this?”

I laugh. “Why else would I be sleeping with you? I love this. You have the perfect figure.”

“But…” Olivia bites her lip and looks away from me, down at the floor.

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