Faceoff
““Was that thunder?”“Dunno.”She snuggled into Tag’s big warm body in the sleeping bag. He’d turned off the lamp and they lay there in darkness while outside the tent the wind howled in the trees in gusty bursts. Another, louder rumble told them the storm was moving closer. “It is thunder.”A flash of light briefly lit the tent.“I love thunderstorms,” she said, enjoying the feel of his arms around her, holding her against him.“Ungh.”She smiled against his chest and rubbed her fingers over his big shoulder. They’d talked a lot earlier, but apparently he was all talked out and ready for post-coital sleep. She could probably sleep herself, feeling so relaxed and satisfied. “I should go back to the cottage.”“Don’t go.” His arms tightened. “It’s starting to rain.”He was right. Big drops spattered on the tent, another flash of lightning illuminated them. Kyla counted in her head until thunder cracked. “Ooh, that’s getting closer. That was loud.” She liked storms, but she didn’t want to be runn...ing across the yard through one.MoreLess
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