I close my eyes and let it all sink in.
I think about all the post-sex awkwardness I’ve dealt with in my life.The come-down moments filled with any number of questions and regrets.
What’s her name, again?
Where did I leave my pants and when I find them, will my car keys be in the pocket?
Where the fuck did I park my car?
But at the heart of all those housekeeping kinds of concerns was the real crux of the matter—how do I make my escape?
I run my fingers through Phoebe’s curls and know that in this situation, I’m dealing with a whole new set of loaded questions that exist on a whole ‘nother level of magnitude.
And I don’t have a clue how to deal with any of it.
At least I know where my ATV keys are—they’re frozen in the ignition of the Can-Am 700 and likely buried under eight feet of snow.
Good thing I’m not looking to escape.
Which brings me to the things that need to be dealt with immediately.
How much wood do we have left?
How long will the food last?Because there’s no way I can hunt anything in this shitshow of a winter storm.Any living creature is either in hiding or buried under five feet of snow.
Most importantly, how much snow has accumulated on the roof while I’ve been otherwise occupied?I know it’s the middle of the night, but I have no choice but to get up there and clean it off.
If I concentrate on those topics, I can delay dealing with the heavier shit.
Such as…
What the fuckeven was that?
What is happening between us?
What has Phoebe done to me?
I hear the roof creak.I don’t want to wake her, but I need to get up, get dressed, and haul my ass back up there before it’s too late.
“I’m going with you,” she says, suddenly wide awake.
“Nope.You’re not.”
“I can help.”
“No.”
She throws off my arm and sits up.Her hair is tossed all the way to one side of her head.She blinks, rousing herself.
I can’t help but stare at her.The dip of her delicate clavicle and the soft, rounded point of her chin.The trim but strong shoulders.The swell of her magnificent breasts and how perfectly they complement her curvy frame.
Phoebe is all female.
Sex with her was absolutely insane—the most over-the-top sexual experience of my life.But not because she’s an Olympic gymnast or a circus act or a flat-out freak.
But because she sucked the life force right out of me.Then she wrapped it all up in her tender kisses and outrageous orgasms, and shot it right back into me, directly into my veins.
Bigger.Bolder.Delivered with a smile.
