Over The River And Through The Woods - Plot & Excerpts
Memories came swirling back to me suddenly and my eyes popped open, finding myself securely held in Micah’s arms. I loved seeing them wrapped around me in such a loving manner. He had obviously gotten up at some point in the night and shed his shirt—his chest now bare against my sweater. Lifting my head slightly, I stared at the fireplace. The fire looked to be burned down to a few mere coals, but the quilts of the bed and Micah’s radiating heat were keeping us both amply warm. Bright light filled the room, suggesting the storm had finally stopped. I wondered if anyone was looking for us yet this morning. Last night had been wonderful. After dinner we’d cleaned everything up and then sat cuddled on the couch. Watching the fire, we shared our favorite Christmas memories and dreams for the future, until Micah swept me off my feet and carried me to the bedroom. Sitting up, under the blankets, I watched as he built a fire in fireplace and then slipped in beside me.
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