Some time later, Caleb woke with Brance’s arms around him and an urgent pressure in his bladder. He hated to leave the warmth and comfort of the bed they shared, and the thought of going out in the cold was anathema to him—over the low guttering of the flames in the hearth, he could hear the wind howl around the eaves of their cabin with a banshee’s cry. In another hour or two when night fell and he changed, the cabin would be too hot for him; he’d revel in the wintry wind. But here, now? He snuggled closer to his sleeping lover and tried to ignore nature’s call.
It was no use. The more he tried not to think about it, the more pressing his need became. Finally he slipped from the covers, tugged his union suit off the makeshift clothesline, and pulled it on. As he buttoned up the front fla
