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I throw my arm over my forehead, trying to breathe like I haven’t just run a marathon. He joins me, lying down on his back. I look over at him in awe, watching his large dark-haired chest rise and fall.
He turns his head at my ogling. “What?”
I swallow, gulping air. “I’ve never been fucked like that before.”
He lays his arm out and I willingly move closer to him. He curls his hand in my hair while his other arm reaches down to my backside, pulling me into him. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
I grin against his chest and gaze up at him in a dream-like daze. “I did.”
“Good.” He kisses me, nuzzling my nose tenderly. He reminds me in this moment of a big, warm grizzly. I lay my head against his chest, craving sleep.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
When I awake, the fire has burned to embers and Benjamin is nowhere in sight, and a large wool throw is covering my nakedness. I sit up to turn on a light. “Ben?”
The room is empty.
According to the clock on the wall, it’s ten. My bones aching, I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. I feel like I’ve been hit by a semi.
The floor is freezing, forcing me to sprint across the floor to the bathroom. I turn the knob on the shower to the hottest temperature I can and step in. Even the tub looks like an antique. Everything about this place is straight out of a fairy tale.
I let the water cascade down my body, relishing in the warmness of it.
“Darce?”
“Yeah?” I poke my head out of the shower curtain.
He opens the door, dressed in a creamy knitted sweater and jeans.
“Where were you?” I ask.
“Had to make a few phone calls. I also managed to get food before they closed down. Come out before it gets cold.”
I’m famished.
***
Swaddled in a towel, I open the door, finding Benjamin bent over, restarting the fire.
“Mmm, handyman.” I kiss his cheek, then go to get clothes from my bag.
“Starting a fire in a fireplace is a lot easier than in the woods. I was the laughingstock of the Boy Scouts,” he divulges wryly.
“You? Boy Scouts?”
“Hell yes.” The fire is raging now. “My father always had me in ridiculous classes and programs growing up.”
“Such as?” I step into a pair of lavender panties.
“Boy Scouts, baseball, football, martial arts…you name it.”
“Wow,” I hum. “Accomplished.”
“Let’s just say it was a boring childhood.”
I pull on a baggy sweater and yoga pants, finishing with fluffy socks. “Like my outfit?” I turn with my hands on my hips, knowing I look like crap.
