“As much as I love looking at your beautiful body,” she said, pausing to let her words sink in, “I’m serious when I say we’re going to be late if you don’t get moving.”
He smiled and started toward her. “I know. I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
“Good, because that’s all you have.”
She turned around, faced the mirror to the right of the sink, and braided her hair. Pat walked by and headed upstairs, and she stopped to listen. How could something like the waft of air stirred by his passing or the creak of the stairs evoke such strong yearning? The cabin was going to feel very lonely when he was gone, and Aelissm dreaded similar moments when she would be standing beside the sink and there would be no footfalls above her.
Stop thinking like this, she told herself. If you aren’t willing to go
