Always

The cabin is quiet, save for the gentle chirping of birds outside and the occasional creak of wood settling in the early morning. The scent of rain from the night before lingers in the air, mixing with something deeper—something unmistakably us. The remnants of our time together. Sweat, desire, heat, Thorne.

I sigh, stretching my aching limbs as I pour myself a glass of water. My throat is dry, my body exhausted, and I can barely feel my legs. Even standing here in the kitchen feels like an accomplishment.

The morning is quiet, almost peaceful, but my body hums with an ache that's impossible to ignore.I don't even know how long it's been.

I take a slow sip of water, trying not to focus on the dull incredible soreness that pulses through me, a constant reminder of the past few days.

Thorne's voice breaks the silence, raspy and amused.

"I can't get hard anymore."