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I tug him closer to me and kiss him harder, searching for his tongue with mine. I wrap my arms around his waist as he lunges towards me, pushing me to the ground. When he crouches above me and looks down with teeth bared, I writhe under him, wrapping my legs around him and forcing him down on top of me.

His lips find mine again, and a little cry of joy escapes me when I feel his hard hands searching through my layers of clothes to find my breasts. When his skin touches mine, I let out a little yelp.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned. “Are my hands cold?”

“The opposite,” I gasp. “They’re warm.”

“Because you keep me warm,” he says, kissing me again.

I grind against him, loving the feeling of being pinned by his hard body against the ground. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I open my legs further and feel him thrust against me.

“Just like old times,” I whisper against his cheek.

“I don’t remember clothes being in the way,” he points out.

“We never tried getting it on almost at the top of Mt. Sneffels before.”

“True,” he grins, cocking his head. “But I’m up to the challenge.”

Suddenly, the heat in me dies. I reach up and touch his cheek, running my fingers down to his jaw.

I can’t do this. It hurts too much!

“I’m sorry, Body,” I whisper.

“What are you sorry for?” he asks in surprise.

“I have to go. I can’t do this.”

I shove him off me and hurry over to my tent. When I get inside, I zip myself into a sleeping bag and curl up, shivering all over.

I can’t let my lust override my logic. He dumped me for shallow, stupid reasons before. He could easily do it again.

Chapter 12 - Body

I sleep very briefly, only a couple of hours. This is partly because my makeout session with Amanda left me so keyed up that I couldn’t settle, but I never sleep deeply when I have youngsters to care for.

As cold, pale sunlight creeps across the icy peaks of the mountain, I greet the dawn, feeling like a new man. She couldn’t give herself to me yet, and I understand that completely.

I don’t deserve to be forgiven. I’ve always known that.

But finally, it looks like I have a chance to prove myself, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.

I hear Amanda moving around in her tent, and I hurry to get the fire started so I can make coffee. I have the brew prepared by the time she sits down. She wraps her hands around the cup gratefully.

“Thank you,” she says. “I didn’t think it would be so cold up here!”

“It’s not even winter yet,” I say. “Well, almost. The peak is always pretty harsh, though.”

“Will your kids be alright?”

“They have to learn to regulate their temperature. It’s a core principle of our training.”

She just nods, sipping her coffee. I sit beside her, wondering if I should bring up last night or not.

I feel awkward as hell. Am I supposed to act like we’re good, or put space between us? I really don’t know.

She sighs, leaning against my arm. I’m excited, but also too scared to move. I desperately want to put my arm around her, but I’m not sure that’s what she wants.

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