REBECCA
Punctual as a Swiss watch, Reiner showed up the next morning at my door: we had decided to leave early, at 5:30 a.m., to avoid traffic and get to the cabin while it was still morning, to enjoy as much of the weekend as we could.
Like the night before, he greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek: they lasted barely less than last night, but I didn't dare complain about it - not when his every touch sent sparks racing across my skin and just smelling his scent made me feel alive, reborn.
A beggar could hardly be a chooser - or expect much of anything.
“Hey,” I greeted him.
“Hi Becks” he yawned: he'd never been a particularly early riser. “The pups?”
“Still asleep. We should be able to put them in the car without waking them ... thankfully, they're heavy sleepers,” I said.
