For the first time in three weeks, our warm torsos touched. His hand caressed my back, exploring my waist and then hips. I had missed his hands on me but this felt new, a deliberate relearning. He pulled me on top of him so he could find the warm and the wet.

We knew this cabin had thin walls and others may hear but we made love with a quiet carnality. Our surroundings faded as lusty whispers increased as did the squeaking of the old bed springs. Sex was fresh and urgent until we both reached our ends. Then we became quiet once more.

He laughed and quietly kissed me. The soft fuzz of his new goatee brushed my face as we cuddled and talked. And then I fell asleep next to this boy I said yes to 30 years ago.

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