I find the cabin again, taking the long walk by myself. I study the ashes in the fire pit, the two logs Corey dragged up to the fire for us to sit on. I imagine our naked bodies twisting together on sleeping bags. I see our hands grazing abs and hips, our tongues touching, and c***s meeting. I envision the night’s moonlit spell over us, our moment of connected bliss, and the way we held each other as lovers often do, post-sexed and sleepy.
“I love him,” I whisper. “I really love him.”
Corey’s warm and soft voice enters my memory:
I wanted you then. I want you now.
You’re so hot and bad, Gage Wellton. You had this planned all afternoon, didn’t you?
I’m going to help you through this.
I’m here for you.
I love you.
I find my way inside the cabin and sit in one of the rickety chairs Co
