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A full day’s worth of fun with an itinerary and food and none of which I’m allowed to know about beforehand.
“It’ll be a surprise,” he said.
Which sounded kind of romantic at the time. But there’s nothing romantic about waking up at four o’clock.
Not that I think Forrest really sees me like that. Romantically. Most men don’t. I guess that’s why I thought things were working out between me and Dylan. I thought he liked me for who I am, not what I look like. Maybe that’s why I was so willing to overlook the warning signs. I wanted to be happy and not single so bad, I fooled myself into thinking he was someone he wasn’t.
Slowly, I climb out of bed. I wipe the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hand and head to the shower. A little hot water will wake me up. That, and an extra-strong cup of coffee.
Besides, I want to look my best for Forrest. Even if we’re not going to date, that doesn’t mean I can’t try to sleep with him.
I managed to sneak a few more messages with Cassy before coming back to the cabin, and we both decided the sensible thing to do is to bonk Forrests brains out, then come back to town a new, more confident woman. There’s nothing like a good boning from a big, rugged mountain man to help me get over the devastation of my recent relationship demise. Or, at least that’s what Cassy said.
Personally, I’m not so sure. I’ve never really been one for casual sex. Not that I’ve had many opportunities to find out.
The water feels like heaven against my skin. The minty fresh toothpaste slowly brings me back to life.
Half an hour later and I’m fully dressed in hiking boots and a sweater with a cup of piping hot coffee in my hand.
Four forty-five. Forrest should be here any –
Knock, knock!
He pokes his head through the window beside the front door. I almost drop my coffee, he’s so good-looking.
When I open the door, he has a huge smile on his face.
“Urgh,” I groan. “You’re a morning person, aren’t you.”
“Sure am.” He steps past me into the cabin. He’s so cheerful it’s almost aggressive. “You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I gulp down the last sip of coffee. “Although, I don't know why we had to start so early. It's still dark out!”
“You’ll see.”
I put on my jacket and we head outside. The moon is bright and white and round and the sky is so covered in stars it doesn’t look real.
For a moment, we just stand there. Our heads tilted back as we look up at the universe. Flying by at a million miles an hour above our heads. Constant. Huge. Magnificent.
“Don’t get views like this in the city, do you?”
“No,” I agree. For the first time this morning, I'm actually happy I got out of bed. Well, maybe the second time this morning. Seeing Forrest's beautiful face is worth getting out of bed for, no matter the time of day. “You really don’t.”
He guides me to the edge of the trees and we start walking up a trail. My calves burn and my lungs feel like they’re on fire. But after a few minutes, the adrenaline kicks in and it feels kind of good. The cool morning air on my face. Sweat running down my back. I feel alive. Calm. And every time I look over my shoulder I see Forrest behind me. Staring at my ass. It sends a thrill through my body and makes me feel good about myself.
“Not much further,” he says, his voice low and calm. Soothing. Like music to my ears. He could read the telephone book and I’d still put my headphones on every night before going to sleep. Slide my fingers between my legs. Get myself off listening to those deep, manly tones.
“Woah!” My mouth falls open as I take in the lookout point he’s brought us to.
“Told you it would be worth it.” He stands behind me. Close. I can almost feel his breath on my skin. Mentally, I urge him to reach out and put his hands on my hips. I think about what it would be like to take a step back. To grind my ass against his cock. To feel his lips on my neck as his huge, muscle-clad hands play with my tits.
But instead, I just stand there. Rooted to the spot. Gawking at the moonlit valley before us.
A bird flies overhead. Squawking. No doubt on its way to its little bird home with its little bird children. Another day in paradise. Master of its own mountain-bird universe.
I hear Forrest moving behind me and turn around. “A fire?” I ask.
“We’re gonna have ourselves a little sunrise breakfast. Get our energy levels up for the rest of the day. Start things off with the most beautiful sight in these mountains.” He looks up at me. His eyes start at my feet and then go all the way to my mouth. “Well,” he says, “the second most beautiful sight in these mountains.”
