Visions (Cainsville 2)

I plucked at his shirt. "And there's no way I can make you any happier?"

"There's always a way."

"Good." I pushed his shirt up over his chest. "Then let's get you naked. 'Cause that always makes me happy."

He laughed, the sound echoing through the forest.

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We'd come in at midnight, after hours of sitting around a campfire, drinking and talking. Lots of talking, one of the two things it seemed we never tired of. The other followed. By one, we were sated and asleep.

When I woke, refreshed and wide awake, it felt as if it must be morning. It wasn't even 2 A.M.

I tried to get back to sleep, but something pulled me from the bed, tugging me to the window. Finally, I gave in and slid from under Ricky's arm.

I didn't need to open the curtain. Moonlight already streamed through the crack. It was a waning moon, maybe three-quarters, so bright it was like headlights flooding the room.

A branch scraped the glass, the leaves plastered against it. I reached up and put my fingers against them, the cool glass sending a chill down my arm. As I looked out, I could imagine that chill against my skin, like riding on the bike, the bite and the burn of the wind. I shivered and pressed my whole hand to the window. It was open an inch, and when I moved closer, the breeze tickled over my naked body. I could smell our campfire, and I imagined I heard our voices and Ricky's laugh, and I shivered again, smiling.

I glanced over my shoulder at Ricky, sprawled over the bed, and drank in the sight of him, marveling at my luck in being here. I'd been telling the truth when I'd said how comfortable it was being with him. There was no jumping to get his attention. No struggle to make him smile. No treading warily, gauging his mood, tensed for the next betrayal.

I wanted to stay here. Tell the rest of the world to go to hell and leave me in this forest, alone with Ricky, at least for a little while.

Right now, though . . .

I turned back to the window. Right now I didn't want to be here at all. Not in this cabin, that is. I heard the sigh of the wind and the creak of trees, and smelled crisp fire and pungent cedar, and I wanted to be out there. To walk. To run. To see . . . whatever there was to see, because I felt as if I was missing something in here, as warm and comfortable as it was.

"You, too?"

I jumped as Ricky's hands slid around my waist.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you," he said.

I went to turn around in his arms, but he only tightened them around me. I tugged open the curtains, and moonlight poured into the room. Ricky pressed up against me, warming my back as the cool breeze chilled my chest.

He lowered his head to nuzzle my neck. We stood there, him pressed warm against me as we gazed out into the forest.

"I was up doing this a little while ago," he said. "Woke thinking it was morning, and it turned out I'd only been asleep for ten minutes. It's that kind of night."

"It is."

We stood there, my fingers pressed to the glass, his hand caressing my hip, neither of us speaking for at least five minutes. Then I said, "I want to go out."

"Let's get dressed and go."

"I guess the dressing part isn't optional?"

A chuckle. "I would like to say it is completely optional, but while the bugs aren't bad, the underbrush is thick and the ground is rough. Jeans and sneakers are a must. As for the rest . . . I'm inclined to go with 'totally optional.'"

"Good."

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

This way," Ricky said as we tromped down the steps to the forest's edge. "There's something I want to show you. No, wait. We'll do that later. First, there's something over here."

I bit back a laugh. He sounded like a boy showing off his special spots to a new friend. He shot a grin over, as if he knew that and didn't care, wasn't worried what I'd think. He grabbed my hand, fingers entwining with mine.

"I know the way," he said. "Even in the dark. I used to come out here sometimes, at night. Just . . . those nights. Like tonight. When it seems as if . . ." He tugged me along into the woods. "I'd wake up, and I couldn't sleep. I'd go out and spend the whole night out here, looking."