Slow Burning Fire - Sex Stories

Slow Burning Fire

... to be too bad out there." "Great, let me get the water on, it takes a little while to heat it up." "Are you sure it isn't any trouble? I'm sure you have a lot of writing to catch up on," he grins. "How did you know I was writing?" "Small town gossip, remember?" "Oh, right. I did come here because it was a quiet place where I could focus on writing my first real book." "You came to the right place, I wish this cabin was just a little more fixed up. It's been standing for 80 years, I'm sure it's going to make it through another winter." I wonder whether that's supposed to be a vague threat. He seems to carry sincere concern for my well being. I'm just not very good at accepting it from a near stranger after a few months on my own. I've learned how to numb myself and develop a hard exterior. I know it's not really fair to someone who made a dangerous trip out here just to pay me a concerned visit. "Sorry I don't have much furniture, you can sit in the easy chair. I'll bring the desk chair out." "Thanks, anything beats sitting on old Ranger." "Ranger?" "That's my sled. I wanted to give him a name for good luck." "Don't you usually name things like that after women?" "Yes, usually. I sort of fell in love with the name because of a story I once read." It makes me pause, something sounds so familiar about the name of his sled. I stir the hot chocolate in the water until it makes a rich brown color. I take the cups over to the fire, seeing that Spencer has taken his jacket off and ...

... has pulled the chairs closer to the fire. My cheeks burn red when he smiles at me. His black sweater is just tight enough to reveal his fit body frame. I hand him his hot chocolate, feeling a shock when our fingers touch so briefly. "Merry Christmas, I'm sorry I don't have any marshmallows here, or much else right now. I usually do my shopping on Sundays." "Thank you, this is perfect right now. It seems like I'm having a hard time warming up in here. Are you sure you're alright here?" "I'm fine. I have everything I need. I hope you keep that chair warm because I might be sleeping in there tonight." "That doesn't seem like something I'd want to do after sitting at a desk all day." "Me neither, but there's a hole in the roof. The snow has been falling on the bed all day. It's soaked." He looks towards the bed in shock, almost as if he didn't believe me. We both gaze up to see the wind blowing a few sparse flakes onto the bed. Spencer shakes his head, he seems more worried about it than I am. It's like problems of this nature won't bother me as long as they don't interfere with my work. "It's not going to be easy to fix that. I might be able to patch it up for the night with something. No wonder it's so cold in here." "You don't have to bother. I could really use your help moving the bed. If I move it away from the hole I'll be happy." "Don't take this the wrong way but I expected you to be a little more pampered. You know, like a big city girl who lives in comfort with a big ...