Dear Life

Sky High

"And on your right, the historic Fairmont Hotel." The gondola tour guide pointed out the beautiful hotel surrounded by the river and mountains. Hunter had his arm around my waist, his other hand held his phone, taping the ride up the mountain.

"This is spectacular. How you holding up?" Hunter asked quietly. He knew I was petrified of heights.

"Doin' well," I kissed his cheek, "Steph, how are you doing.

"I'm hungover scaling a mountain," she said laughing, taking pictures. "but this is so cool."

The rest of the day was spent exploring the historical hot springs, and Sam made a surprise announcement over lunch. "Last thing on the agenda is a trail ride. We have to sign some waivers, but the trail will be guided and its about an hour and a half."

"I don't remember the last time I went on a horse," Steph laughed as she swung herself into the saddle. The trail was beautiful and relaxing, we saw deer, gophers and a moose way off in the valley. After the ride, we were picked up by our car and headed back to Calgary. 

The sun began to set  as we arrived at the hotel, "Hunt," he turned, "thank you - I didn't think horseback trail riding would be on everyone's agenda."

"I wanted you to have fun," Hunter smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist, giving me 'that look'. "I had fun, and you looked right at home on your horse."

"Home is anywhere I'm with you." He kissed my forehead.

"Shower then bed?" he asked, "You know this shower is giant...and it has a bench."

"What are you saying Mr. Hayes?" I said with a coy smile, locking the adjoining door.

He took my hand and began unbuttoning my shirt while kissing me, and I took the hint to begin unbuckling his jeans as we continued kissing, stumbling into the bathroom. Hunter broke away to turn the water on and I slid out of my jeans and shirt. Within moments we were kissing under stream of warm water and wall jets. It was definitely the steamiest shower I ever had. We washed up and continued the shenanigans to the bed. Towels littered the floor from the bathroom to the edge of the bed, Hunter planted kisses from my collarbone to my belly button before putting on a condom and entering me slowly. He kissed me passionately, his hands holding me close. We reached our climaxes and he collapsed beside me, his eyes sparkling, "Love you Jenna."

"Love you too Hunter," I kissed his nose, "you make my knees weak." I chuckled, still out of breath trying to get up to find pyjamas. I tossed a pair of boxers toward him.

"I hope I can always give you those butterflies and weak knees." He said sweetly, "I still get butterflies." I climbed back into bed and turned off the light. "Sweet dreams beautiful."