Glue Holding it Together

The cabin is warm enough by the time we step out the shower.

I dress in my pajamas already, tired from the day. It’s not even late but something tells me we’ll all be heading to bead early. I’m wearing a pair of long socks that Ryker got me and his warm hand engulfs mine as we make our way downstairs to kitchen.

I’m practically limping, and Ryker looks down at me with an apologetic expression. “I