Elizabeth:
The cottage we found after walking all day through the blizzard is doing a fine enough job at keeping us warm and out of the wind. Tossing and turning, I keep stealing glances of him. He is laying peacefully on his back with eyes closed and arms crossed behind his head. He seems to be enjoying his rest, but my body is aching to be pleased. My eyes keep roaming his forearms, biceps peeking from under his gray shirt, his chest, and his abdomen. I look back up at his face hoping he would notice me ogle him, so he could make a move on me.
"Lizzy, it was a long day. Please sleep." He opens his eyes and looks at me.
"Can't." I grumble.
"Why?" he asks me with a smug smile on his face.
He knows I have been gawking at him, and he still has not made a move? That is disrespectful. Well then, I can take care of things without him. Giving him a disapproving look for not doing the right thing and making love to me when he knows I want him, I slide my finger under my pants.
