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I hear her moving over the rocks and dirt as she pushes herself up into a sitting position.
“Are you hurt?” she asks. Then even though we’re not touching I feel her shiver violently.
“No. I’m fine.”
She shivers again.
“Dang it, you’re right,” she says. I hear her zipper and she kicks off her pants. “What’s your name?”
“Sam,” I say automatically. Usually I introduce myself as Frederick to strangers. Frederick Knight. But this situation is different. I don’t want to be Frederick Knight down here. Not in this dark cave, freezing my ass off, cut off from civilization and possibly without a way out.
“I’m Veronica,” she says. “Figured we should introduce ourselves before we do the horizontal tango.”
I cough and sputter. “Ahh, what?”
“Kidding. Don’t they always have sex in the movies to ward off hypothermia?”
“Right.” I swallow.
“Seriously. Come here. My head hurts like a son of a gun and I’m freezing.”
I feel the ground and move across the damp rock. When I touch her arm she lets out a long sigh. It does feel good. She’s cold. So am I. But where our skin touches there’s a warm thrum that makes me want to press every inch of our bodies together.
“Feels better,” she says. “Do you mind?” She inches closer and presses her side to mine.
“No. That’s good,” I say.
I sit for a moment and enjoy the warmth between us, but then she shivers again.
“Screw this. Come here.” I open my arms and legs, and even though she can’t see, she can hear. She moves in between my legs and leans her back against my chest. I wrap my arms and legs around her and start to rub my hands over her skin. Then I rub my hands briskly together to create heated friction and run them over her again.
She burrows against me and lets out a sigh.
“Thank you,” she says against my chest and the heat of her breath and her body warms me.
“Of course,” I say and I keep running my hands over her.
After a while her skin warms and her shivers become less violent and more muted. When they do she shifts around and rubs her hands together. Then she moves them over my arms and my chest. Her hands are delicate, her fingers are long and thin with calluses at the tips. I shiver as she drags her hands down my chest.
“Cold?” she asks.
I nod, even though I know she can’t see me. I don’t think I can speak. She keeps creating warmth between her palms and then running her hands down my arms, my chest, my legs. I can’t see anything. Which is the only explanation I have for why I find her touch the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I don’t know where her fingers are going to land next. And because I can’t see anything, my other senses are completely focused on her. The rhythm of her breath and the whisper of her shifting movements against the rock. The heat of her hand dragging over me and sending warmth coursing through me. Everywhere she touches, heat spreads. Her hands move up my legs, my thighs… I stop her progress by placing my hands over hers. She stills. Then I draw her in close and wrap her against me. My breath is harsh in the quiet.
