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I may not need it. But I like it.

After shutting the door, I shove my hands into the pockets of the coat, and my fingers are met with something soft.

Still out of view, I pull a worn knitted hat out of one of the pockets, the logo for Black Mountain Lodge stitched onto the front.

“Fuck it.”

I pull the hat on.

Dressed like I’m expecting a blizzard, I round the truck and walk over to say hi to the guests before making my way to the river.

And the river is… stunning.

It’s a new type of peace. One I didn’t know to crave.

This is different from the mountain view behind Sterling’s house. It’s smaller… more intimate than a view that goes on and on forever.

It’s… grounding.

I lower myself onto a bench made of logs and watch the water flow past me, swelling and rolling around the rocks below.

Unconcerned by the obstacles ahead of it.

And as I watch, I decide I want to be like this river.

Take each day one moment at a time.

I’ll be aware of the big picture.

Aware of my future.

But for now. For these next couple months. I’m going to live in the moment.

Obstacles be damned.

Chapter 112

Sterling

WatchingCourtney experience something new is quickly becoming an obsession.

She sat down by the river, wearing my coat, watching the water flow by, until food was ready.

Then she joined the rest of us at the table for her first fish fry dinner.

It’s nothing fancy. But it’s fresh caught. Well seasoned. And hot from the pan.

I know it’s delicious, but I couldn’t even taste my portion because I was too busy staring at Courtney while she consumed hers.

Her eyes closed with every bite.

My balls ached every time she licked the grease and salt off her fingers…

It was torturous.

If it was socially acceptable, I’d have taken my dick out and stroked it while she ate.

But then I would’ve embarrassed myself, coming in seconds, because now I know what it feels like to have her lips wrapped around my cock.

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