Karl
When we’re finished, I stand up in the snow, feeling the exhilaration of our secret rendezvous coursing through my veins.
My chest heaves as I catch my breath, and I reach out to help Abby to her feet. Her eyes meet mine, and we share a contented smile. There’s something about being out here in the wilderness, away from the constraints of the party, that feels liberating.
Or maybe it’s just the sensation of her body wrapped around mine that’s exhilarating.
I pull her close, my lips finding hers in a lingering kiss. She tastes sweet, her lips warm against mine. It’s a sensation that I’ve learned to not take for granted, because I don’t know when I’ll feel it again.
Somehow, though, after three years of being apart, making love to Abby still feels so familiar, so comforting. It fe
