Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Foster seemed to come to clearer awareness. He pulled the radio out of my hand. “Blake to base. There was a second rockslide on the west side of the ridge. The two of us and Chickie are on the other side of it. Will need help with extraction when the storm is over.”
“Copy. Stay tuned while we work up a plan. Probably won’t be until morning if you’re good there.”
I took the radio back and finished up with Trace before setting the radio aside and reaching over to take off Chickie’s rain gear. There were wooden pegs lined up on each side of the door, so I hung up as much of the wet gear as possible to keep it off the floor in the tiny space and away from the old woodstove.
Chickie immediately curled up on the floor in front of the stove and lay down with her head on her paws, like this particular adventure had used up even her boundless energy.
After nudging Foster onto the little wooden cot built into the side of the cabin, I reached into my pack for an emergency blanket and my med kit. “Take off your shirt. It’s wet and covered in blood.”
He looked down at himself in a daze, hands shaking and clothes ruined, before looking up at me with concern on his face. “You okay?”
I squatted in front of him and reached out to push dirty, wet strands of hair off his forehead. “Baby. I’m okay. You’re the one who’s hurt. You’re a med student’s dream for suture practi—”
“I’m in love with you.”
I stared at him. “I… I think you might have a head injury.”
Foster’s eyes filled with tears, a sight I would have been happy to spend my whole life without seeing. “I’m in love with you, and I can’t fucking stand it.”
“Oh, Jesus.” I lurched forward and kissed him again, holding on to his face carefully to keep the worst of the cuts from being impacted.
Hot tears mixed with blood and cold rain on my cheek and lips. “I would apologize, but I’m not sorry,” I whispered, pulling back until our foreheads were still pressed together. “I’m in love with you, too.”
He shook his head, another tear escaping his eyes as he squeezed them closed. “No, that’s just it. You can’t be. It won’t work. I’ve tried to figure it out, Tommy, and it just won’t fucking work.”
“I need you to shut up about that for right now and let me take care of you. Just set it aside for a little while, okay? Let me play doctor. I promise I’ll fulfill all your fantasies; it just might involve a very long and medically accurate lead-up.”
The edges of his lips quirked up. “Promise it has a happy ending?”
I pressed a kiss to the edge of his lips. “Promise.”
He let me take care of him then, cleaning up the blood on his face and tending to the lacerations. I added another piece of wood into the stove and mentally thanked whoever had left this little shelter stocked with it last.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, bouncing my eyebrows.
“Aw, yeah. Now we’re talking.” He reached for the hem of his shirt and winced in pain.
“That’s what I thought would happen,” I said, moving closer and pulling up his shirt to reveal red areas of bruising. “You want to tell me how bad it really was?” He’d already tried to tell me he “slipped on some rocks,” but it was clearly more than that from the state of his gear and body.
He blew out a breath as I carefully removed his shirt. “The whole thing was my fault. I stepped wrong, and the rocks started moving.”
I ran gentle fingers over his skin, prodding just enough to make sure the damage wasn’t serious. “Thank god you found your footing.”
Foster’s hands came up to rest on my hips before moving to my belt and fiddling it open. “I wanted to get to you. I needed to get to you.”
I fussed a little bit more over him while he pulled my clothes off, but it didn’t take long before we were sprawled out on the built-in bed platform with nothing but a Mylar blanket between us and the splintered wood.
We kissed for what seemed like hours, slow and gentle explorations with our lips, tender caresses with our hands. There were no more words spoken, just soft moans and pleas, the breathy call of a name or the sweet murmuring of an endearment.
For the first time since I met him, Foster let me see his true feelings without trying to hide them. His eyes didn’t flick away. His touch didn’t hesitate. Everything about the way he moved against me, held me, kissed me—it was all stripped bare of pretense.
It was careful. Reverent. Like he was trying to memorize the way we fit together, like this moment might be all we’d ever have.