Tears of relief rolled down my face, and Alec kissed them away as my hands roamed his back, urging him to give me more.
I hurt. I ached for more. I wanted him. I wanted a sexual cleansing of all the grief, the shame, the fear of rejection, and of being the catalyst for endangering people I love.
Alec's hands wiped away all the cold bad and replaced it with the heated memories of love and passion. And I thanked him with lips and hands. It amazed me how easily we flowed back into that rhythm of loving that had me moaning and calling out Alec's name, begging him for more until I found redemption for my sins through Alec's loving touch, and I worshipped the man.
By the time we had sated our needs, I was ready to sleep, so ready to sleep. So warm. So eager to resume my life, but not necessarily to leave the cabin, at least not right away. This was a good place to reconnect with Alec and clean up old business.
"I love you," I whispered to my sleeping Alec.