Tamara
Hours before the sun fully broke through the trees, North took me one more time. This round was slower, but just as intense as the first.
He kissed every inch of my face and held me so tightly I could barely breathe, filling the small room with the sound of our ragged breaths.
When it was finally over, he pulled the heavy blanket over my shivering body, letting me fall into a deep, dreamless sleep in his arms.
When I woke up, the morning light was filtering through the dirty cabin window.
The space beside me on the makeshift bed was cold. I sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp ache passed through my lower body, and saw North pacing back and forth across the wooden floorboards.
He was fully dressed now, his hands clenched tight and he looked worried. I could tell instantly that
