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Brock
I loved my wilderness. Loved the snow, the silence of Mother Nature when I stood outdoors, eyes closed, breathing in cold as f**k air, my nostrils stinging. Loved the crackle of the fire, my only companion, when darkness hid the land.
But I loved those brief moments over the phone with Jessie even more.
Three weeks, and I would see her again. Take in her coy smirk, the sassy tilt of her chin, the softness in her eyes I remembered all-too well from our final days together as we’d connected on a deep level I hadn’t thought could be broken. Even though distance separated us, I still felt her inside my soul. Could hear her laughter. Remember her sweet scent, the feel of her satin skin beneath my fingertips. The taste of her mouth, the slickness of her body welcoming me inside.
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