The Taste of true love

. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, a comfor

made his way to the kitchen. His tousled hair and sleepy

pless night had taken its toll, but she couldn't deny the excitem

quire, "What brought you to this cabin, Richard? And why do you keep call

phanie was my sister. She loved this place. Passed away a f

y," she whispered, offering a sympathetic smile. The pieces started falling int

uldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. Maybe this cabin held more than just ghostly

p all night?" Richard quest

" Richard asked, glancing over at Annie's laptop. "How come you're so bloody

"Lots of water before bed," she

and took the mug. "Maybe I'm com

ough to me. Come on; you're just ex

rugged. "N

d sat down at the table and nodded toward the compu

the table and swiveling the laptop around so Richard could see

er seen one here before, and I've been around this place a couple

t was none of her business. "I would have thought so," Annie said instead. "And others would have seen them, so I was expecting to find stor

looking at the screen.

ead about, they were lights that blew out like candles after a few minutes or e

esting," he said. "So it wasn't one of these ghost li

't think so," she said. "I t

Richar

"I don't know,"

down," he said. "So what now? Do we just forget about it?

nnie replied. He nodded. "That's it? Shit, St

sked. Richard stared up at her, the cute smile back on his face again. "B

's spine. She smiled and straight

nded. 'You come on to me then you back off. Off an

r, face upturned and all those wild curls tumbling everywhere. A tiny smile cre

Richard said. 'God, you're an

e hand into that mass of curls and leaned closer with the other, skimming it over his shoulders and down to his chest. Richard's lips were soft and

ther, stood back, and looked at each oth

,' she

mooth movement was pushing Annie against the table, han

embraced, creating their heat. In a minute, Richard grabbed Ann

harged with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. The room was dimly lit by

nnection echoed the heat generated by the fireplace in the main room. They stood the

that seemed to transcend the confines of the cabin. Time slowed, and the outside

the drops on the roof mirrored the pulsating beat of their hearts. Annie couldn't help but feel a mag

discovering a new language written in the curves and edges. The chemistry

where the outside world couldn't intrude. The scent of pine from the logs in the fireplace mixed w

vas of time. Annie and Richard navigated the uncharted territory of their

macy that transcended physicality. The rain continued its rhythmic dance on the cab