Fifteen minutes later, we’re still lying there. His left hand is on my head, mussing with a loose lock of my hair. He’s lying on his side, spooned up against my back, and his right hand is slowly stroking my bare hip. So I got naked. So did Aaron. It seemed the right thing to do, us being in bed together. And at this moment, that stroking is the most soothing and delicious thing in this cabin, maybe the whole world.
“I know that Christmas time is bad for you,” he murmurs. “I see that, even better than you do, I think. Each year I’ve know you it’s seemed worse—and last year you were the lowest I’d ever seen.”
I can’t reply because I don’t have the words. Hell, I don’t even have the reasons. I nudge back against him, knowing he’ll understand. His skin is warm and sweaty against mine, and h
