Chapter 8
It’s late when we return to the cabin. After Springer is safely in his box and our purchases are stowed away, we scarf down stew as though we haven’t seen food in days. After a soothing cup of tea, we crawl into bed and huddle under the covers. The chill permeates the cabin, so we lay close to each other, sharing body heat.
“I’ve forgotten how uncomfortable a cold house is,” I say. “You’ve spoiled me.” For once, I’m hugging him from behind, curling my body around his, burying my nose in his hair smelling of the forest. I love holding him, feeling his soft skin against mine, and his beating heart underneath my palm. He’s a soothing presence, especially after a long day spent around other people. I’m not fond of big crowds; I prefer the quiet and stillness of my own home.
“Thank
