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rising to her feet on the warm wooden
floor.
     
    Jennifer felt Damon’s gaze on her body
as she searched the floor for her clothes, pulling them on with
reluctant slowness. She really didn’t want to leave; she wanted to
eat more stew, and cuddle with Damon, and maybe have sex with him
four or five more times in the afternoon. She smoothed her skirt
against her legs, looking around as if she might somehow have more
clothes; belatedly, she remembered that she had ripped up her
leggings to make bandages for Damon. In their current state, they
wouldn’t do her any good anyway. Jennifer sighed, hesitating to
make the final move to leave.
     
    Damon rose from the bed and wrapped his
warm arms around her, burying his face against her neck and
nuzzling her. Jennifer could smell the lingering scent of lemony,
earthy musk that clung to him—it hit her so powerfully that for a
moment she could easily have forgotten that everyone she knew in
the town would be worried about her. “I’m sorry you won’t have your
leggings to keep warm,” Damon murmured, kissing the pulse point
just underneath her jaw. Jennifer shrugged, chuckling
softly.
     
    “It’s not that cold out today,” she
said. “I’ll be back to my place before too long anyway.” Jennifer
swallowed against the tightness in her throat and pulled back. “I’m
going to come back. As soon as I’ve reassured everyone that I’m
okay, when I can get back here on my own, I’ll be right here.”
Damon looked into her eyes and smiled slightly; shyly, the kindness
she had seen in their first encounter filling his unearthly
eyes.
     
    “I’d like that a lot,” Damon said. He
kissed her softly on the lips, wrapping his arms around her
tightly. “I’ll have more rabbit stew for you when you get back.”
Jennifer laughed and savored the feeling of Damon’s embrace for a
few moments longer before she broke away, moving quickly to leave
the cave and the warmth of its owner before she could change her
mind.
     
    ***

 
     
    It was easier to navigate the woods by
daylight; although Damon’s chores from the previous day had taken
them meandering along trails that Jennifer thought she could never
hope to retrace, the way that led back to the town was clear
enough, though the trek was longer than she thought. Jennifer
smiled to herself at every twinge of tenderness she felt between
her legs, thinking that Damon was without exception the most
satisfying, sweetest lover she had ever been with. Maybe before she
went back to him, she could get her hands on a portable radio; she
would bring her iPod with her, but Damon’s cave had no power—and no
way to keep the device synched.
     
    The day was gloomy; not as cold as it
had been the night that Jennifer had met Damon, but with a clammy
chill to the air that promised poor weather to come. As she came to
where the forest began to thin, approaching the edge where it met
the town, Jennifer looked up to see the plumes of smoke rising up
into the air—the sign of people in town awake enough to have
started fires to fend off the cold. The clouds covered the sun,
leaving a bright corona that filtered through the scraggly leaves
of the thinning trees. Jennifer decided that she would spend as
little time as she had to in town; she would reassure whoever
needed to be reassured—certainly, Jennifer thought, Robert was
probably worried about her. But as soon as she could possibly get
away, she would be back in the woods, headed to Damon’s cave,
hopeful to spend another day, and maybe more nights, with the man
who had already come to mean a lot to her.
     
    As she came out of the woods, Jennifer
was startled by the sounds of people shouting, of a hum of activity
that the early-morning hour didn’t usually support. She frowned;
maybe there had been an accident or a crime while she had been in
the forest. There was an angry edge to the sound that filled
Jennifer with a sense of foreboding; a kind of growling, muttering
quality that