Kenzie finished the patch and lifted the jacket high, assessing her work. She rolled over the couch top in a quick motion, anxious to show Bryce. She smiled, handing it to him. “What do you think?” she asked.
Bryce moved the skillet from the hot burner to the cold, noting that the venison was finished cooking. Beside it, a pot of potatoes bubbled. He lifted the jacket from Kenzie’s hands, gazing at her handiwork. He shook his head, a small tear forming in his eye. “This means the world to me, baby,” he whispered.
Kenzie leaned into him, hugging his muscled torso tight. “Do you mean it?” she whispered.
Bryce kissed her nose and then her mouth, holding her close. “I always knew I’d find a woman who could sew,” he said, teasing her.
Kenzie swatted him on the shoulder playfully, and kissed him again. Her tongue glided against his. Their passion for each other was never far away. Her body filled with lust for him. Half of her brain wanted him to toss her on the couch and make love to her, to gobble her up, to make her forget her name.
But she knew there would be endless hours for that later. In fact, they had an entire eternity together, as parents and partners and lovers and friends.
The world was theirs. They could see it all from atop their mountain, safe together in their love.
The End