Fate and Destiny
before him, balanced on
one foot. Even though he had taken off her clothes to cleanse and
warm her, he hadn’t really put all of the pieces together to
imagine her fully naked as she was now.
    Her long hair hung wet and
thick down her back. Her face turned up to let the water run down
her back and her neck was long and graceful. Her shoulders were
soft, creamy, curving nicely down to full breasts. Her arms were
raised over her head, her hands smoothing through her hair. The
angle perfectly displayed her to his eyes.
    His legs turned to cement
although he tried to turn away. His neck wouldn’t work either. His
eyes locked on the sight before him. Her breasts were round and
firm with large rose-colored nipples. The thought of flicking them
with his tongue fleetingly ran through his mind before he could
stop the vision. The cement effect spread warmly up from his
legs.
    With a mind of their own,
his gaze traveled down to her waist, over the well-shaped roundness
of her hips and down her incredibly long legs before he was finally
able to force his body to turn around and leave the
room.
    Quietly closing the door,
Andrew walked directly across the cabin and straight out the front
door, again using his body to block the wind. He stood in the
frigid air only a few moments, just long enough to calm him, and to
rid the thoughts of touching her from his mind. The image of her
standing in the shower, her silky skin shimmering with thousands of
tiny beads of water kept running through his head.
    The cold air did not help
much, but he felt composed enough to go back in and knock on the
door. The cabin was extremely warm compared to the cool air
outside. Part of that was due to the increased blood flow
throughout his whole body. He ran his hands through his hair in
exasperation, and gently knocked on the bathroom door.

6.
    “ Come in.”
    The voice beckoned from the
other side of the door. He took a deep breath to steady himself
before opening it. She sat where he originally left her, fully
dressed again in the flannel and sweats, brushing her
hair.
     “ I hope you don’t
mind me borrowing your brush.” Smiling, she ran the brush through
her long glossy hair. “And your shampoo and towel too. I couldn’t
resist not getting in the shower. It just looked so relaxing and
warm.”
    Andrew swallowed the lump
in his throat and found his voice.
    “ You can use anything of
mine that you want to.”
    He barely hid the tremors
in his voice, hoping she could not detect the effect she had on
him. He carried her stiffly back to the bed, not trusting himself
to hold her too close. The cabin warmed with the help of the fire
and the steam escaping from the bathroom although a chill remained
in the air. He removed her sweater from where it hung over the
fireplace and handed it to her. Taking the sweater, she dropped it
in her lap instead of putting it on. Andrew wanted her to wear it,
but was glad she didn’t.
    Noticing the top two
buttons on the flannel shirt unbuttoned, Andrew couldn’t decide if
he was greatly relieved that her body was covered up or if he
needed her to button the shirt up to her neck. Despite the layer of
clothing, he could still see her naked before him by allowing his
mind to wander.
    To distract his thoughts,
he sought out the deck of cards, sitting at opposite end of the bed
from Destiny to play rummy. The talk started out very casually. The
weather, the nuances of California and Nevada.
    She was much more relaxed
in his presence but he hoped she would feel comfortable enough to
tell him who kidnapped her and left her for dead in the woods. He
could help her if he knew what happened. As a second thought, maybe
if he reminded himself of what happened to her, he would be able to
control his urges. Remembering her resistance to his earlier
questioning, he wasn’t sure how to bring the subject back up,
finally deciding the direct approach was best.
    “ I know you don’t want to
talk about this, but did you know the men

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