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Our legs remained entwined.
    “Yes.” I smiled, playing with his hair. “Well, I am a little sore, and I’m worried that I’ve probably bled all over your sheets,” I admitted. I sat up and slid to the side, and lo and behold, pink and red wet spots dotted the white bed linen beneath us. I was mortified, even though I expected it.
    I covered my face with my hands. “I ruined your sheets. I’m sorry.”
    “Hey, stop it. They’re not ruined,” he said sympathetically and sat up.
    He kissed my forehead before he got out of bed and reached for the white towel, wrapping it around him. The room would have been dark if it hadn’t been for the fire, which had retreated to a crackling ember glow. The reach of its light no longer filled the room, but it danced around as happily as my mood. I scooted farther away from the wet spots, lying on my side. Gross. There are so many things wonderful about sex, but the soggy aftermath is disgusting , I thought.
    Warmth swelled inside me, thinking about how into it we were. I did it , I thought, and it was everything I’d dreamed it would be. I thought back to all those intimate times Jake and I were together when we were younger and how he’d held back, even when I’d begged him to take me. It made me love him more, knowing what that meant. A light flicked on, casting around the black drape, taking me away from my thoughts of triumph. I heard water begin to run. I should probably clean myself up too, I thought. Then as if Jake read my mind, he came back with a wet hand towel, and it was hot.
    “This might make you feel better down there.” I was embarrassed, though I knew I shouldn’t have been.
    “Thanks,” I said, taking it into my hand, waving it around to cool it off. I then placed the warm wet fabric carefully between my legs. I was afraid to rub. It stung. “Holy shit,” I whimpered.
    “I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly, and then his lips curled into a sexy grin. “You want me to kiss it and make it feel better?”
    I sighed and smiled. I so still wanted him. “Maybe later,” I replied sweetly, and reached over, stroking the hair away from his forehead. “Mmm,” I quietly moaned, thinking about him taking me to that place of ecstasy that I’d missed out on because I was too eager to have him inside me. The body amazed me. Here I was, throbbing and hurting, and I still yearned for satisfaction. What was it?  “Maybe sooner than later,” I purred.
    “Deal.” He smiled, satisfied with the plan.
    I gently rubbed between my legs and then sat up. I began to rub at the blood-tinged bed cover.
    “Hey, stop it.” He grabbed the towel from my hand. “I’ll have Emily come clean tomorrow while we’re out.”
    I pouted. “I can’t lay on this.” Duh.
    “Here,” he said and stood. “Get up.”
    I did as he’d asked and got up, pulling the quilted blanket with me. I wrapped myself in it as I shivered from the cold air radiating from the window next to me. It was dark outside, and the night was lit up by the streetlights and neighboring homes. I stepped closer to the window. I noticed moisture darting quickly through the air outside, whipping around, reflecting off the light from a window across the way. It looked like it was raining with the dampness pooling at the bottom of the window. I glanced at Jake, and he’d pulled the blankets down on the bed, exposing the white sheets beneath it. I looked back out the window and realized it was snow swirling around in the air. It was snowing. SNOWING !
    “Jake!” I squealed. “Is it snowing?” I couldn’t believe my own eyes. I’d never seen it snow. I’d been to the snow, but it never had actually snowed while I was there.
    He stood next to me, peering out the window and smiled. “Yep. It’s snowing.”
    I exhaled heavily and clapped my hands. “I’ve never seen it snow.” I threw the blanket on the bed. “I have to go outside. I have to see it.”
    “Aly, you can see it through the window. It’s