As we pull into the driveway of our cabin, the snow begins to fall even faster than it had in the 2+ hour drive. I had picked you up from the house earlier in the day, and told you to pack a bag but leave any cold weather clothes behind, since you won't be needing them. A grin on your face told me that you understood perfectly what I meant. You hop into the car excitedly and say, "Let's go!"
I open the doors to the cabin, and the smell emanating from it wafts over us. The smells of the outdoors mixed with the smells of cabin living are wonderful, and we can hardly wait to get inside and start a fire. I unpack the trunk and throw the luggage into a corner of the bedroom. I then tend to the huge fireplace in the center of the room. Putting the logs quickly into the fireplace, I start a roaring fire in no time. While this was going on, you were in the kitchen unloading some of the groceries for our weekend. You uncork a bottle of wine and pour 2 glasses, handing one to me, as you come over by the fire. The cabin quickly heats up enough to where we do not need our jackets, or even the flannel shirts we both wore here. Taking the wine glass from your hand, I unbutton your shirt, very slowly, looking into your eyes the whole time. When I get to the last one, I help you shrug if off your shoulders, leaving you in just a t-shirt, and obviously no bra! Slightly turned on by this, I try to reach my hands under your shirt. Laughing, you push my hands away and say, "There is plenty of time for that, Doug."