Page 18 of Obsessed and Naughty Mountain Man

Sunlight is barely yawning into the woods when I unzip the tent and step outside. Lucas is still sleeping deeply, naked on top of the two sleeping bags that we never used. I let him rest for now, get some coffee going.

He worked a lot harder than I did last night...

Hopefully, with experience, I'll take on more of the sexual load. When we get our own place together, I'll have every opportunity to sharpen my game.

The thought is like a burst of caffeine. We're going to move in together... I figured I'd feel different in the morning, but I don't. The ecstasy of our night together—when we didn't have to worry about noise or my roommate banging on the wall—is still fluttering in my heart.

Being with him makes as much sense as turning the page in a book I can’t put down.

Last night, I finally let go.

I surrendered control, trusted him and put myself in the most vulnerable position I’ve ever been, and I was rewarded with a treasure I never knew I was seeking.

He makes me want to be brave, to let go, and trust that everything will be alright.

To trust another person with the things that could hurt me the most, there’s never been a more terrifying prospect. But it’s a climb I have to make. I can’t stay hidden in my library forever, protected by the hardcovers and lost between the pages.

Speaking of which, I finishedThe Love Hidden Within.

Turns out, the two best friends were in love all along. They got married, ran away, and had a bunch of babies. Now that I’m writing my own love story, that poor romance novel is so underwhelming.

The tent unzips just as I’m pouring hot water over instant coffee grounds. Lucas pops his head out, half-asleep.

“Gmurnin.”

“I think it’s pronounced‘Good morning’,” I laugh. “Sleep good?”

“Toogood.” He stumbles out and stretches, still completely naked.

I let my eyes look wherever they like.

Lucas yawns, meets my gaze, and looks down at himself. “Sorry, is this all right? Are we at thecasual nuditylevel in our relationship?”

“Casual? Maybe not.” I raise my mug to him. “But stillverymuch approved.”

He comes over with his half-hard cock and sips his own mug, smiling stupidly as we enjoy the soft sounds of the mountain waking up.

The rock wall looms, the lines Lucas ran yesterday waiting patiently for their next climber.

“I’m ready,” I say.

“Ready?” Lucas yawns again. “For what?”

He follows my gaze to the crag before smiling wide.

I take a hefty gulp of coffee, exhale deeply, and walk over to the waiting harness.

“Stop smiling. And don’t you dare drop me.”

I feel like I could walk into open air and keep on strolling. Like the breeze could sweep me away and take me where I please.

Lucas was right: I feel like I can doanything.

Climbing that cliff was a brush with death. I swear, the Reaper was laughing at me as I scrambled and squealed and clung to the line.

Buthisvoice is what got me to the top.

Keep going.

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