Ethan stayed perfectly still above me, c**k pressed hot against my thigh. The rustling came again, soft but clear against the snow. My heart was racing fast. We listened, barely breathing.
“Stay here,” he whispered. He grabbed his flannel shirt from the floor and pulled it on fast, then picked up the poker from beside the fireplace. I sat up, pulling the blanket around myself, suddenly aware of how naked and exposed I felt.
He moved to the window and peered out. For a long minute nothing happened. Then he let out a low chuckle and shook his head. “Come look at this.”
I wrapped the blanket tighter and joined him. Outside, in the glow of the lantern light spilling through the glass, a small white rabbit hopped through the deep snow near the cabin wall. It paused, ears twitching, then dug
