Woke

26.)

When Chris and I checked out of the hotel Saturday morning, I was admittedly upset. I didn't want to leave, but we'd promised Tiana and the others we would meet them in Wintergreen by mid afternoon.

As we left DC, we stopped to get breakfast from Tropical Smoothie. The two hour drive was slight, as we talked lightheartedly. There was a shift in our dynamic, only confirming for me that the night before had been real. It was hard to believe, though-- Chris really loved me. I couldn't get our sex out of my mind. It was so different, I found myself getting aroused just from reminiscing. Even the shower sex was magnificent and definitely worth the wait.

When we arrived at the cabin, Chris helped me out of the car and whistled at the view. "This is really nice."

I looked around in agreement. I don't know why I was expecting a small little box in the middle of the woods. It wasn't that and I was glad. The house was really nice and very large. We climbed the stairs, but just before I could ring the doorbell, Chris pulled me into a kiss.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss. I leaned back against the porch railing, pulling him with me. My mind was spinning so hard, I didn't even notice the front door open until a voice spoke up.

"I take it DC was fun?" 

Chris and I broke apart to see Monica leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk. I rolled my eyes. "Were you watching us from the window or something, creep?"

"Nah, y'all just make out really loud." She laughed at her own joke. "Really though, I heard y'all pull up."

She ushered us inside, instructing us to take off our shoes and set them by the door. Monica helped Chris and I bring in our bags, leading us to our room. As I looked around the large cabin, I took in how homey the setup was. I knew Whitney's mom loved to ski and snowboard, and her family traveled to the WinterGreen resort often, so the cabin was literally theirs. Unfortunately, her father injured himself, so the family chose not to travel together this year, resulting in an agreement allowing Whitney to borrow the space one week and her brother the next.

"Whitney's getting dressed." Moni said. "T and D are still in their room. I'm not sure if they're sleeping or not. They went hard last night."

"How do you know?"

"Whitney made us Moscow Mules, and they were all over each other before even calling it a night." She shuddered. "Fair warning-- these walls are thin, so you will hear and be heard."

"Wow..." Chris slowly said, "uh, thanks for that."

As soon as Chris and I were settled in the bedroom, we collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. Chris immediately pulled me into his chest, of which I quickly snuggled up against.

"I'm so freaking tired." I said.

Chris snorted. "Oh yeah, because you drove so much."

I smacked his leg. "It's been a long week."

"Long, but amazing." He pressed a kiss on my forehead. "I do think we should hold off on sex for a little while though."

"Really? Why?"

"Because I heard fucking too often can cause overstimulation. I don't want your body feeling overly sensitive or hurt."

I nodded in understanding with a small chuckle. "I'm totally okay with that, and thank you for caring about the wellbeing of my vagina. Besides, we don't need sex to fuel our relationship... and last night took me out."

"Last night hit different." Chris admitted with a yawn. "I need time to recover."

We both started laughing. "I felt that heavily... but I did mean what I said... about loving you."