Lily stood in the shower, savoring the steaming hot water raining down over her. She’d spent the afternoon stacking her woodpile. Snow started to fall, leaving her damp and chilled through by the time she was done. She’d been trying to keep busy, to keep her mind off of Noah. In such a short time, her thoughts about him had worn a groove in her mind. He danced along the edge of her consciousness almost all the time. Her body hummed in anticipation. She felt a hunger for him, it tugged at her, leaving her muddled and at whim to her body. The cat side of her relished the feeling while her human side was torn. She wanted to regain some semblance of control over herself. Just now, she craved his touch. Without thinking, she slipped her hand down into her curls and dipped into the slick moistur
