I hear a knock at the door of my cabin late at night. I open it to see bedraggled wet cold man. I bring you inside and show you to bathroom. Where I lay out a pair of boxers, a T- shirt, and robe and leave, letting you shower as I make some hot cocoa. I know I'm taking risk but I'm guess I'm hospitable. So I settle down in living room waiting for you to appear.
You walk out looking much better in the black silk boxers and T-shirt. The dark blue robe open as you dry your black hair. I hand you the glass of scotch and you say thanks and collapse into a chair.
"So, I ask, where are you from. What's your name? By the way I'm Jenna," I say glancing over at your face. The slight stubble from not shaving showing in the light.
"I'm Jackson," you seem troubled and tired. The dark rings under your eyes tell me so. I walk over hand you the hot cocoa letting my fingers linger on yours.