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the pain grows but I grit my teeth and move slowly towards the door. I think maybe it hurts more because of the splint but I still don’t know the extent of the damage so I’m not going to remove it. Besides, my caveman might think it’s offending to undo his work. He could swing his club and beat his chest in anger. I smile at the ridiculous image I’m creating.
    When I pull the door open I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment at the light difference. It wasn’t dark inside the cabin but it is way brighter outside. As I finally manage to open my eyes and look around, I’m left breathless. Speechless. Evergreen trees are everywhere yet the sky above is clearly visible. Clear blue against dark green. And the smell… The clean smell of the forest, earth and freshness of the air. There’s really nothing like it. It’s absolutely stunning.
    The cabin stands a little higher than the ground and there are a few steps in front of me. I grab the railing and pull myself forward. My leg has started to throb and I still haven’t gone anywhere. I’m pretty sure it has already started to swell. I never liked feeling helpless though and I push through it. I’m thinking I should call out for my caveman but I’m cut short by a sound. It sounds like it’s coming from a little further into the forest and to the right. Like… something hitting on something else.
    I take the steps excruciatingly slow and turn towards the sound. It gets louder as I walk – or rather stumble – and I realize it’s the sound of chopping wood. I hesitate for a moment, thinking I’m about to go find someone with wild hair, long beard and wielding an axe but I shake my head and go on. If he wanted to hurt me he would have already done it. Or at least that’s what I hope.
    As the sound of the axe gets louder, I see him. And I can only go so much further before I’m stopped in my tracks. Because my caveman is shirtless. And – oh my God – he is ripped. And his skin is glistening with his sweat as his muscles flex and jump with his movements. And his cargo pants fall low on his hips, hugging his firm ass tightly. Oh my God. Am I drooling? I think I’m drooling.
    I’m completely mesmerized by his body. I watch as he cuts the logs, splitting them easily in half, as if it’s just a simple thing. My stomach tightens and I feel my blood heating up. Oh, fuck me. I’m turned on because, yeah, he is hot . He sticks the axe on the supporting log and lifts a hand up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. It’s now I notice that he has his hair in a loose, low ponytail. He bends down and lifts a canteen with water to his mouth. He tilts his head back as he drinks and I let my eyes slowly rake his body one more time.
    His head swivels towards me and I’m caught staring. He stays still for a moment and then his eyes harden. He drops the canteen and stomps towards me. Oh shit. What did I do? Was I wrong to think he wouldn’t hurt me? He seems furious. And still he looks beyond amazing. My eyes can’t help but notice the trail of dark hair leading down, under the band of his pants. I try taking a step back from him, forgetting my bandaged leg and I trip. I’m falling slowly and I mentally prepare myself for the impact.
    A strong arm shoots out and wraps around my waist. I’m being pulled forward to hit against a rock hard chest. My hands come up to steady myself and land on his pecs. God, the man has pecs! I think I’m still drooling. My body is definitely still reacting to his even though I’m pretty sure the look in his eyes could be described as murderous.
    With a swift movement, he bends his knees and wraps an arm around my legs while moving the other around my back. When he stands back up, I’m being lifted in the air and cradled in his arms. A small squeal escapes my lips and I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself.
    “What are you doing?” I ask in apprehension. And why am I still turned on? He’s probably taking me back to the cabin to