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I can only moan, craning my neck back and catching his lips as he snakes a hand down between our bodies. He works his fingers in me to make sure I’m ready for him.

The blunt head of his cock presses into my pussy, and I moan again. He swallows the sound as he fills me with one sure thrust, burying himself deep and rumbling his satisfaction into the kiss.

I’ve never felt this impossibly cozy.

And maybe that’s a little weird, all things considered. Maybecozyisn’t exactly what I should be feeling in the bed of a grizzlyshifter I’ve only known for a couple of days, with his cock tucked inside me as we start to drift off, but that’s the only word for it.

Cozy. Impossibly cozy.

Safe and warm and cared for.

Perfectly, throat-tighteningly at peace, like this is all I’ll ever need.

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Irving

Peace settles over the cabin, the forest, the whole damn world as Holly and I lie entangled in my bed.

Her body is loose and languid against mine, her head nuzzled into the arm I have banded beneath her, the length of her pressed against me. Her voice is a soft, dreamy caress in the darkness and the lingering heat of the fire drifting up from below.

“I want to hike the Pacific Crest Trail,” Holly says. “And I want to quit my job. I mean, not before I have something else figured out, but eventually.”

Both our words have been meandering for the last few minutes as we drift off, and maybe it should feel strange to have my cock buried in her while we have this conversation, but somehow… it doesn’t.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be connected to her this way, listening to the gentle cadence of her voice and feeling the rise and fall of her breath, adjusting to the small shifting movements she makes as she gets comfortable, savoring the softness and the warmth of her, all the little bits and pieces that make her who she is.

“I think you should,” I tell her. “Maybe sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I press a kiss to the top of her head, lingering there as I take a long, indulgent inhale of her. “No time like the present.”

She laughs softly. “Says the man who likes to take his time.”

That’s not entirely inaccurate. I do take my time. In fact, I might even take too much of it, let too much life pass me by while I stay tucked into my little hermitage up here.

But something about Holly makes me want to hurry.

Sure, I’ll take every damn second I can tasting her and touching her and fucking her, but when I think about the rest of it, something deep and urgent stirs in the bottom of my soul. Some urge to change things, make things happen, like with her and her hiking trip.

In some distant, glittering future, maybe I’d go with her.

I’ve never been one for long-distance hikes, but my body is muscled and strong and made for the mountains. With a little prep and some training, I might be able to…

My thoughts stutter, then draw up short as I realize what I’m doing.

I’m thinking about something months, maybe years from now, when we’ll be saying goodbye in just a day or two.

My half-formed fantasies don’t change the fact that the gulf between our lives feels too massive to bridge.

The way Holly talks about her life back in Seattle, her friends, all her plans and everything she’s achieved, I can’t imagine she’d ever be happy with a life all the way out here. Or, if I’m anything like a partner she would have imagined for herself, for that matter.

Beyond that, I know myself well enough to know I’d never be happy in a city. I’d never be able to leave these woods behind orgive up the happiness and solitude I’ve found here. Even if it’s a solitude I’d like to share with her, it’s also one that feels essential to my very being.

The conflict and complexity of it all settles firmly in the center of my chest in a dull, hollow ache.

But I refuse to let it in.

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