“Got water, got fire, got food that you can no longer see is holiday-themed. We’re as good as we can be.”
Except for the last part that I’m not telling her.
Can’t hurt to hope for a miracle that gets the power back on in a matter of minutes or hours instead of potentially a couple days, can it?
8
Aspen
Thank god for the wine.
It’s taking the edge off of my anxiety.
But notquiteenough given what Cash is doing now.
Since having the almost-cooked pancakes, we’ve stuffed towels at the base of the doors to prevent drafty cold air from seeping in, debated if we should gather freshly fallen snow to melt for more water now that we’ve confirmed the power being out means no water as well, and now we’re sitting in the living room by the fire, since it’s the warmest part of the house and my fingers are cold.
Not that I told him my fingers are cold.
Not after that hug he gave me when I wanted to completely crawl into him and ask him to never let go.
I don’t like being that vulnerable with anyone.
Even myself most of the time.
So since we’re once again as prepared as we can be, I’ve sat here and sipped wine.
He’s asked questions about my calendar once the holidays are over.
It got awkward again.
And now he’s heading to my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“Moving the mattress.”
I think about it and realize I can’t argue with his plan.
Nor do I want to. Even when the implications—I’m getting our bed ready—are making my nipples tight and my vagina excited.
Not gonna happen, I tell them.
They snicker back at me.
He’s sleeping on the couch, I inform them.He’s getting the mattress, which he’ll insist I use myself with half of the quilts while the fire keeps the whole room warm enough for both of us to sleep here without touching, because the man does not want to touch me.
They’re full-on guffawing now.
I ignore my horny body parts and make myself useful, picking up everything between the couch and the fireplace so that Cash can get the mattress down easily.
It’s a double.
Not even a queen.
And he’s carrying it like it’s light as air.
Neither one of us says anything after he gets it placed on the floor near the fireplace.
