When she wakes up, it only takes a few seconds for the memory of the night before to come filtering back in like the morning light streaming through the bedroom window, its edges coated in frost, and Annie smiles to herself, stretching lazily in the bed, still feeling loose-limbed and more than sated - even if she's aware she probably looks like ( Read more... )

It's perfect, when she finds it - this hut snugly nestled in among the others, seemingly unoccupied for a fairly long period of time ( Read more... )