I Believe Intimacy Is Not Purely Sexual

The wind blew outside; the sky was heavy and grey. They were locked, safe and warm in the tiny cabin. They had been together in the cabin, stranded by the weather, for days. He told her it was what they needed. He told her that he wanted inside her soul. Two, nearly three days stuck in a cabin. She was beginning to feel desperate, like a caged animal prowling restlessly, nervously. She could not look at him. She could hardly stand to be near him. She did not want to hear his voice. She did not want to talk to him any more.

“Oh God.” A soft moan, almost under her breath

“Are you all right?”

“No. No, I’m not.” She knew she sounded angry, defensive.

There was a long silence.

She jumped when his hands came to rest on her shoulders. She had been so lost that she hadn’t heard him cross the room. She thought she heard him whisper “I love you.” but she wasn’t sure. His hands squeezed her shoulders gently. He pulled her back so that the length of her rested against him.