#6- Almost Kiss

She would be the death of me! I thought as I split another log, the sharp c***k of wood echoing in the hushed stillness, snow drifting lazily around me. I had enough firewood inside the cabin to last us a while, but I needed to cool off from that almost kiss. Not that it was helping. The image of Maggie— eyes closed, those luscious lips partly parted, lifting closer to mine, an offering that would have been so damned easy to take— was imprinted in my mind and doing things to me. Things that had left me clinging to the last shreds of my control like a lifeline. I had escaped traps, bombs, mines set up by the enemy in Gorstan, sometimes by mere seconds, but the snares this little vixen had set up for me? I kept falling straight into them, unable to escape even if I wanted to. And the iro