Shayla
As soon as we arrived at the cabin, I felt an electric thrill. The place was everything Chris had promised:
Cozy. Intimate. Simple
with huge windows that framed the lake and the forest, and complete privacy. The minute we stepped inside, the air felt lighter. Chris dropped our bags by the door, then immediately swept me off my feet—literally—grabbing me by the waist and spinning me around.
"So, Ms. Johnson" he said, a mischievous tone to his voice as he walked around the cabin with me in his arms, "how does it feel to finally escape with me?" I laughed, leaning into his spin, pressing kisses to his cheek and neck.
"Like something we should've done months ago," I replied, grinning as he set me down, his tall figure once again towering over me. "So, Mr. Langston, where do we start?" He didn't miss a beat, tossing me over his shoulder this time with ease earning him a squeak out of me.
