Golden sunlight streamed through the windows of the cabin, creating a brilliant space that was in stark contrast to the dark box from the previous night. Hunter sighed to himself as he watched Poppy spoon another bite of oatmeal past her perfect lips. She looked across the table at him and smiled softly.
They were dressed in their clothes from the previous day, now dry thanks to the fire. The only difference was that Poppy had added the flannel shirt over her white t-shirt, wearing it like an oversized jacket.
Throughout the morning as theyd restored order to the cabin and made breakfast, theyd worked quietly, occasionally exchanging knowing glances and subdued smiles.
Hunter sipped his coffee, and his mind drifted to the previous night. After the blowjob that had to have registered on the Richter scale, theyd gone to bed, where theyd ended up making love twice more before finally succumbing to exhaustion.