“Seems so.”
“I likethe bestfood.Kind of like my preference for the finest suits, the smoothest scotch, and the absolute best in blizzard companions.”
That gets a big smile out of her, and the force of it rocks me back.What is happening here?
Phoebe said she wants me to teach her.
I think she may have gotten that shit backward.Maybe I’m the student.It could be that I have a lot to learn from Phoebe’s wholehearted enthusiasm.
Her candor.
Her curiosity.
And her capacity for bliss.She’s still pretty wobbly from cumming all over my face.And maybe slightly embarrassed.
I’ve also noticed that she’s shy about watching me walk around with nothing on.She may have to get over that.Especially if we ever get back to civilization and the wonders of central heating.
I clean up while Phoebe disappears into the back room.I know these aren’t the best accommodations, but she hasn’t complained once.She’s a trooper.
She sits down by the fire again and I join her.Her eyes follow me as I sit on the blankets next to her.“Come here, sweet Phoebe.”
I turn her to face away from me, then pull her between my legs so that her back is near my chest.
“Does it hurt your butt to sit like this?”
“I don’t know.I’m still numb from the waist down.”
I chuckle and slip my fingers into her hair, loosening a few wavy tangles.“Tell me if it feels uncomfortable.”
“I will.”
“Do you mind if I do this with your hair?”
“Not at all.It feels really good.I don’t have a brush with me.”
She almost purrs as I use my fingers to comb through the brunette strands.Her hair hits right at her shoulder blades.Though I’ve most often seen her wear it pulled up in a messy bun or a ponytail, I like it down like this.
It suits her.Soft.Unpretentious.Natural.
“Your hair is so pretty, Phoebe.”I drop my nose to the gentle waves and inhale her scent.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Evander.”
“I’m counting on it.”
We sit like that for several long moments.She relaxes into me, tilting her head to one side and then the other as my hands smooth out her tousles.I drop a kiss on the side of her neck and bring my lips to her ear to whisper.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”She sets down the mug and caresses one of my legs.
Her warm fingers stroke my shin, my calf, my ankle.
Why does her touch feel so comfortable?Familiar?I can’t figure it out.She’s never touched me there, at least that I’m aware of.Maybe when she was my nurse, but not since, surely.
I find my way back to what I wanted to ask.“So, what were you doing so far away from Travis Ranch in a blizzard?”
“You first, Evander.Why wereyouso far away from Yosemite Ranch in a blizzard?”
