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the end of the bed.  No point in being naked if there isn't anyone there to keep me warm.  Though my imagination could keep be busy for a while just on the memories of the previous day.  A flush turns my cheek a soft red as I recall how powerfully I orgasmed around his big cock.
    “I won’t be gone long.  Trust me I don’t want to be gone any longer than I have to be.”  His half smile convinces me that he’s thinking the same thing I am.  I lick my lips in anticipation. 
    “Alright, alright, just go already so you can come back sooner.”  I push him out of the door and watch for as long as I can through the frosted windows and through the snow storm.  The flurries of snow are less intense than the first day we arrived at the cabin but are still coming down strong enough to impede Bentley’s movements.
    Turning back to the small cabin space I realize there’s nothing for me to do while he’s gone.  No cabinets to explore that haven’t been explored already and no radio, television, or phone to occupy my time.  Just a futon and a sad small kitchen to keep me company. With a heavy sigh I go about letting my mind wander to the sex-capades Bentley and I shared.
    Eventually I dose off, no doubt tired from the fucking he gave me. I wake with a start, feeling panic before I ever understand why. I’m still alone in the cabin, and I know it’s been several hours and Bentley still hasn’t returned.  There’s a slight sense of panic that starts to settle in the pit of my stomach and my once helpful imagination turns on me and all I can think about are all the bad things that might have happened.  What if he fell and hurt himself?  What if a bear got him?  What if he got lost?  The scenarios fill my mind and I feel completely helpless.  There is nothing I can do. I run to the window and look in earnest for him. But I can’t see a thing.
    I can’t contain my worry and fears and the tears start to flow.  Falling onto the futon I let the sobs wrack my body because I know there’s nothing else I can do except let my emotions come pouring out.  In that moment when my tears blind my senses I realize how much Bentley actually means to me.  Sure the sex was been amazing, but there’s more to my feelings than just the pleasure of our physical connection.  Why has it taken me up to this point, when the possibility of having lost him forever is real, to realize how much he really means to me?  I feel like an idiot and a fool. 
    A rustling sound outside catches my attention and I quiet myself so that I can listen better.  It sounds like footsteps in the snow and so I throw myself at the door and fling it wide open.  The blast of freezing cold air slaps me in the face and temporality knocks the wind out of me.  But there, in the middle of the endless white, is Bentley lumbering his way to the cabin.  Without regard for myself I run out of the cabin to meet him.
    “Bentley,” I gasp, throwing my arms around him, and practically climbing his body like a tree. Sweet relief washes over me, even though it’s completely freezing.
    “What the hell are you doing out here?  You will catch a cold if you aren’t frostbitten first!”  Bentley drops the wood on the ground, and holds me, even though there’s venom in his voice. We quickly grab the wood, and turn back towards the cabin.  If I help him carry the load he will be back inside with me faster.
    Once we both make it back inside with the pile of wood, Bentley throws off his soaking clothes and turns towards me.  “What the hell were you thinking Sierra?”  I can tell he’s mad, but I’m just so happy to see him that I run towards him again, and launch myself into his arms and kiss him silly.
    When I finally release him I pull back slightly to look at him, then I hug him hard.  “I was so worried.  I thought I had lost you.  It made me realize that my feelings for you run deeper than just a great physical connection.  I want you. I need