The Only One
“This place is like paradise.” Ben stood by the guest house window looking out over the lake at an old man with a floppy hat fishing off the shore on the other side. “I wish we could stay here forever.”
A familiar electricity radiated through his back as Imara’s healing touch covered his skin. Although in the weird, skewed fabric of their lives, it was only a few days since they laid naked in each other’s arms; it felt like a hundred years. He lifted his arm and slid it around her, drawing her close beside him. “It’s just beautiful, isn’t it?”
Seeing the old man reel in a fish, Ben fisted his hand in victory and smiled. “I could teach you how to fish. We could rock on the porch swing every night. You know what? I bet it snows here. I’ve never even seen snow before.”
