It has been two weeks since Lupe died. Rhett's house had been cleared and I was allowed to move in. It felt lonely. It WAS lonely.
My days were just filled with waking up in the morning, going to work, getting back, eating, sleeping... Then rinse and repeat. My weekends were even more boring, and I couldn't help missing Kylo and Cullen's presence sometimes.
But despite all this, the trauma only brought Rhett closer to me. And let's just say... We've been getting even more intimate.
Argh, yeah, we'd had sex at least three times these past two weeks. And trust me when I said... it was good! The man knew how to please a woman, for real. I found it hard to believe that he'd been married only once. To an old woman at that.
He always found time to move away from the camp and visit me all the way here. And today happened to be one of those days.
