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The next morning in the clearing, Jenny knew exactly what to write about. As soon as the coldest air had given in to the sun's rays and she could write without making her fingers numb, she put down everything she could remember about being in the hot tub with Aaron. The physical sensations, the way the wine softened her, the fluttery way she had felt, was still feeling. Geese flew high overhead, their sounds of their honking were gentle and soothing from so far away. Jenny filled five pages without having to pause and think once. The flow of writing description and emotion took over her senses. So involved in her task, she lost track of how long she had been sitting there and she didn't hear any footsteps until he was practically upon her.
"Jenny?"
She jumped, startled by the noise an
