Page 104 of Years in the Making

“He chewed on that stick the whole time. I don’t think he knew anything was going on,” Teddy reassures me.

I head to the bathroom when we get back to get ready for bed. Halfway through brushing my teeth, my phone lights up with a text from Teddy.

Teddy

DON’T LEAVE THE BATHROOM

I smile down, thinking he’s about to come in and ravish me in here too. The counter is the perfect height for bending me over, or sitting me on and—

Morticia is in a standoff with a bear right outside the bathroom.

The fire that had started to reignite turns to ice. I look at the door that now seems a bit too flimsy, and try to figure out what to do if a bear or a moose decide to use the bathroom as an escape route.

“How did she die?”

“Oh, she was run over by a moose in a bathroom of all places.”

“Shame.”

At least my death, while tragic, will be kind of funny. I decide to huddle on the floor of the shower. The walls in here seem a bit more reinforced.

George is getting his gun.

No, don’t kill them!

I don’t think he’s planning on shooting at them, just near them, to scare them off.

Okay, good.

You okay?

I’m sitting on the shower floor hoping nothing comes through the wall.

Also, I kind of want to watch.

Don’t you dare open the door, LG.

Distract me.

Please.

When we get home, we are going straight to my very sturdy bed.

To sleep?

To tire ourselves out!

What happens after we do that?

I slide my left hand down my body and into my shorts. I’mstill sensitive from earlier, but I can’t help touching myself as I eagerly await his reply.

I get to pull you into my arms and sleep with you there all night. Then I’m going to crawl under the covers and wake you up with my mouth.

The fire has reignited as my breathing quickens. My phone rings.

I answer with a breath.

“Are you distracting yourself with your hand, pretty girl?”

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