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And that does it. He stops fighting, bracing himself on the floor. Pounding into me with an abandon I didn’t know was possible between two people.
I want to laugh, to scream, and then I am, a high-pitched noise coming from me the likes of which I’ve never heard before. Everything in me flares, and the blast of heat is like a tidal wave crashing on a shore.
“Hex, Hex, Hex.” I can’t stop saying it. Maybe I’ve been saying it, inside me, every time I turned him away. It seems so silly, pushing him away when he was trying so hard.
The pleasure pulses over me again and again. I feel the hot rush of him inside me and it’s the most electric thing I’ve ever known. I already want it again and this one isn’t even over.
He stills and shifts, so our faces align. Only half of him is lit orange by the fire, the other in shadow. “I will change my life to align with yours, just to know we can be this way together,” he says, and it’s such a tender statement, so full of certainty, that I lift both hands to clasp his cheeks.
“You do, Hex. You have me.” I draw him to me.
And his body fits on mine. I can hold him.
We are a match.
17
HEX NEVER WANTS TO LEAVE
The next time Jeannie and I awaken, light streams through the windows.
We weren’t foolish enough to sleep naked, not without any power, but we’re curled together in the puddle of blankets and pillows by the fire.
“I think it’s stopped snowing,” she says, squinting at the bright pane of glass.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I kiss her eyes.
“Sorry, good morning,” she says. “I’m used to being very focused.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I like it.”
We each wrap in a blanket to move closer to the window. Snow has drifted high against the sides of the cabins. The sidewalks are completely gone.
“Their steam system can only keep nature at bay so long,” Jeannie says.
“I wonder if the door is snowed shut.” I press my cheek to the glass, but I can’t quite see our entry. The other cabins are piled high with snow, even beneath the overhangs. I’m assuming ours is too.
“How long do you think we could be trapped here?” Jeannie asks. That note of fear is back.
“Actually, with the storm over, I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw activity in the main building later today.”
“Really?”
“I’m sure they’re used to this. They have snow plows and things I’ve heard about in the news.” I draw her close to me. I don’t want her to be afraid.
“We really are two California beach bums,” she says. “I don’t know the first thing about being out in weather like this.”
She retreats to the sofa, digging through the snack bag for breakfast.
I head to the bathroom. “The water is still running!” I call.
“That’s good. I figured their pipes were prepared.”
I carry back two cups of water. We munch on protein balls and watch the fire.
“I guess we have to figure out how to pass the time,” Jeannie says.
I nuzzle her neck. “I have ideas.”
