Chapter Four Hot s*x on a Cold DayWhen you marvel at my cabin, my heart swells with pride.
The expansive windows, the bedroom loft, and veritable gallery of original artwork steal you away from me. I suppose it is all quite impressive. Not what one would call rustic, but I never really think about it. I’m more focused on the company than the surroundings. Focused on you and you alone, I light us a fire. Once the cabin has heated up a touch, we might remove our winter jackets. We might follow that by removing our clothing, and then our underclothing as well.
Setting the kettle to boil, I prepare a pot of tea to warm us from the inside out. With the teacup hot against them, I begin to feel my lips again. Now, if only I could feel my toes! Sensation will return in time, but before
