The cabin’s interior isn’t anything spectacular. There are many paperback novels stacked here and there, two rockers, and the heavy scent of blackberries. I see a Parcheesi board game on the coffee table in the living room. I obtain a quick glance at the miniscule kitchen and its wood stove. The bathroom is somewhere, but I can’t find it as Jamie leads me to the bedroom, which sits next to the kitchen.
The bedroom looks small, and the bed resembles a piece of furniture in a doll house. We probably can’t fit on it together. He goes for my neck with his mouth, hungry and passionate. Huffs escape his mouth.
“I’ve wanted you for a while now. Goddamn, you’re so hot.”
“Take your time,” I tell him. “We have all weekend.”
He doesn’t hear me. Or maybe he does, but my words are useless. His hung
