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Thirty-Nine
MORGAN
I stirred exhaustedly in one of the sleeping bags, cocooned up tightly in its warmth. For a moment or two I was groggy. I wasn’t even sure where I was. Then memories of last night came flashing back, in bits and pieces that were all too stark and real.
HOLY. SHIT.
“Hey sleepyhead…”
I turned and there was Shane, holding something in his hand. That something looked like a large, steaming bowl… of fragrant food!
“How do you like your eggs?”
Unfertilized, I almost said, finishing one of the few dirty jokes I actually knew. It wouldn’t have been funny however, in lieu of last night. Even though I was on the pill.
“W—What is that?”
“Beans and lentils. They’re good.”
Anything would be good right now and I knew it. I was wide awake almost instantly, Shane shifting over to give me a seat on the hearth beside him. He handed me the bowl, and what looked like a shattered piece of some table leg.
“You can use that as a spoon,” he said, “but the rest of us just used our hands. No table manners around here. Wing it if you want to, just be careful of splinters.”
I tossed the makeshift utensil over my shoulder and ate greedily. The rice was dry, but warm and delicious. The very second the first mouthful landed in my belly I was in seventh heaven.
“The rest is yours,” Shane said. “Sorry but we ate without you.”
I glanced around. Boone and Jeremy were at the opposite end of the room, already dressed. They were clearing the opening again. Through it, I could see the snow falling just as heavily as ever.
“What the fuck…” I mumbled, not taking my eyes off the storm.
“I know, right? It’s like the weather gods have it out for us.”
I couldn’t talk, I was too busy stuffing my face. Too busy running through the events of last night, as insane and crazy as they now seemed in the light of day.
Did that all really happen?
I squeezed my thighs together, and could still feel my own swollen wetness. There was a hint of soreness there too, but it was oddly stimulating.
Yes, it most certainly did.
I sighed, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. On one hand, last night had been wholly amazing. The pinnacle of any of my sexual experiences by far, edged with an incredibly hot emotional closeness that should’ve seemed strange but somehow didn’t.
On the other hand, we still hadn’t been r
escued yet. Hadn’t even heard or seen anything even remotely resembling a rescue team, other than my now-questionable phantom helicopter.
“What now?” I asked, as the others came over.
Boone knelt down before me and I averted my eyes. I knew he was probably sporting his cute little half-grin, but for some reason I didn’t want to see it. At least not right now.
“You good this morning?”
“Of course I’m good,” I said quickly. “Better than ever.”
“Okay then. Because while you’ve been sleeping the day away—”
“I have not been sleeping the day away!”
