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children, maybe losing Willie wouldn’t have been his ruin.”
They lay quietly together for a while, until Sam asked, “Why did you say I am probably the loneliest man west of Winnipeg?”
“Because you are here with me, when you could be anywhere, with anyone you want, right now.”
“And who is Sara Gardiner?”
“Probably the loneliest woman this side of Winnipeg.”
They stayed quiet, holding each other and feeling the truth spoken this night in a quiet cabin surrounded by winter on the cold Canadian prairie.
Chapter Six
They stayed together through the night, not saying a word, occasionally listening to the even breathing as the other slept. They both held onto each other, not wanting the morning to come. Eventually they slept and neither woke until the morning sun was shining through the south window. The fire had burned itself out in the stove and it was getting cold enough they were starting to see the fog a warm breath created.
Sam made a dash to the range and as quickly as possible filled it with wood and kindling then started the fire. He was wearing his one-piece winter underwear and socks, but the cold seemed to go right through them. He rushed back to the bed, threw the down duvet over Sara and climbed in under the covers beside her, hugging her close. “Brrr,” he shivered, “It’s cold out there. We better give it time to warm up.”
Sara held him tightly in return, to try and share her warmth. Sam leaned on one elbow so he looked down into those blue eyes, running a finger over a rosy cheek to her chin. They looked at each other deeply, longingly, until he couldn’t stop himself and gently placed his lips over hers. His mouth opened and as her lips parted, his tongue softly found its reward. She had read about kisses like this, in one of those books good girls aren’t supposed to read, but she never experienced one until now. It felt like electricity moved between them, surging through her and she passionately returned the touch, unable to stop. Sara’s fingers tangled into his hair and pulled him closer. His lips moved to follow the smoothness of her skin travelling upward to a cool ear, which he warmed with a breath, then moved slowly following down along her neck.
A quiet moan escaped her lips, which suddenly brought her back to reality and pulling back she said, “Sam, we can’t!”
Without looking up he answered, “I know we can’t Sara, not now.”
“No,” she continued, “I mean we can’t, ever!”
He looked up questioningly, but he saw the answer as her eyes welled with tears. He gently kissed each and tasted the saltiness. He lay back, pulling Sara close to him, feeling it hurt her as much as it did him.
After the room was starting to warm, Sam pushed back the covers and said he was going to put on the coffee pot and find something for breakfast. He pulled on his pants and shirt and sat back on the bed to put on his shoes. Sara placed a gentle hand on his back and said quietly, “I’m sorry, Sam”
He turned to her and gave a slight smile, “I understand. It’s fine,” and leaned to her and shared the most tender kiss she had ever known.
But she knew it really wasn’t all right. She knew Sam was disappointed and stayed quiet as he started looking for something to prepare. As he searched through the cupboards again, Sara quietly got out of bed and carefully walked over beside him. She tucked her arm in around his, as she was still rather unsteady. He turned as he felt her touch, saying, “You should still be in bed.”
“I’m fine. How about porridge for breakfast?” As she reached to get the oatmeal down from the shelf, she let out a heavy breath with the pain that stretching her over-used muscles caused.
Sam quickly grabbed her around the waist, as it looked like she might collapse. “You shouldn’t be out of bed yet. Doc Brown was right, you are stubborn.” He helped her over to the bed and tucked the covers in around her.
With frightened eyes
They lay quietly together for a while, until Sam asked, “Why did you say I am probably the loneliest man west of Winnipeg?”
“Because you are here with me, when you could be anywhere, with anyone you want, right now.”
“And who is Sara Gardiner?”
“Probably the loneliest woman this side of Winnipeg.”
They stayed quiet, holding each other and feeling the truth spoken this night in a quiet cabin surrounded by winter on the cold Canadian prairie.
Chapter Six
They stayed together through the night, not saying a word, occasionally listening to the even breathing as the other slept. They both held onto each other, not wanting the morning to come. Eventually they slept and neither woke until the morning sun was shining through the south window. The fire had burned itself out in the stove and it was getting cold enough they were starting to see the fog a warm breath created.
Sam made a dash to the range and as quickly as possible filled it with wood and kindling then started the fire. He was wearing his one-piece winter underwear and socks, but the cold seemed to go right through them. He rushed back to the bed, threw the down duvet over Sara and climbed in under the covers beside her, hugging her close. “Brrr,” he shivered, “It’s cold out there. We better give it time to warm up.”
Sara held him tightly in return, to try and share her warmth. Sam leaned on one elbow so he looked down into those blue eyes, running a finger over a rosy cheek to her chin. They looked at each other deeply, longingly, until he couldn’t stop himself and gently placed his lips over hers. His mouth opened and as her lips parted, his tongue softly found its reward. She had read about kisses like this, in one of those books good girls aren’t supposed to read, but she never experienced one until now. It felt like electricity moved between them, surging through her and she passionately returned the touch, unable to stop. Sara’s fingers tangled into his hair and pulled him closer. His lips moved to follow the smoothness of her skin travelling upward to a cool ear, which he warmed with a breath, then moved slowly following down along her neck.
A quiet moan escaped her lips, which suddenly brought her back to reality and pulling back she said, “Sam, we can’t!”
Without looking up he answered, “I know we can’t Sara, not now.”
“No,” she continued, “I mean we can’t, ever!”
He looked up questioningly, but he saw the answer as her eyes welled with tears. He gently kissed each and tasted the saltiness. He lay back, pulling Sara close to him, feeling it hurt her as much as it did him.
After the room was starting to warm, Sam pushed back the covers and said he was going to put on the coffee pot and find something for breakfast. He pulled on his pants and shirt and sat back on the bed to put on his shoes. Sara placed a gentle hand on his back and said quietly, “I’m sorry, Sam”
He turned to her and gave a slight smile, “I understand. It’s fine,” and leaned to her and shared the most tender kiss she had ever known.
But she knew it really wasn’t all right. She knew Sam was disappointed and stayed quiet as he started looking for something to prepare. As he searched through the cupboards again, Sara quietly got out of bed and carefully walked over beside him. She tucked her arm in around his, as she was still rather unsteady. He turned as he felt her touch, saying, “You should still be in bed.”
“I’m fine. How about porridge for breakfast?” As she reached to get the oatmeal down from the shelf, she let out a heavy breath with the pain that stretching her over-used muscles caused.
Sam quickly grabbed her around the waist, as it looked like she might collapse. “You shouldn’t be out of bed yet. Doc Brown was right, you are stubborn.” He helped her over to the bed and tucked the covers in around her.
With frightened eyes
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